Page 36 of Married to the Frenemy

“‘Night, Haley.” He touches a soft kiss to my temple.

“‘Night, Beck,” is my barely audible response.

Then he rolls over, placing a pillow between us.

I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his, but a part of me wishes it wasn’t there.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HALEY

A sweltering heat rouses me from sleep, the glimpse of sunlight peeking into the room indicating it’s morning. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept this well without tossing and turning. Probably because I finally slept on an actual bed instead of the couch. I would have most likely still been sleeping if I weren’t so damn hot. It’s like a sauna in here.

But as the fog of sleep clears, I come to realize it’s not the temperature that’s making me burn up. It’s something else.

Or perhaps I should say someone else.

Beckham’s arms are wrapped around me, his warm and solid chest pressed against my back. The pillow he placed between us last night is gone, not so much as a whisper separating us, a single leg around my waist locking me in place.

And that’s not all.

There’s something poking me.

Something hard and thick.

And incredibly tempting.

My cheeks flush as I push down the urge to turn around, to feel him between my legs. This man has a way of making every inch of my body react with just one look. One touch.

And I can’t touch.

“Beckham,” I say somewhat hesitantly.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, sending a rush of desire through me. He pulls me closer, not yet fully awake but clearly responding to my proximity.

“Beckham,” I say again, this time with a bit more edge.

And again, his only response is a moan.

Which sends another shock straight to my girly bits. My libido does a few warmup stretches, thinking she’s about to finally get some action after a five-year dry spell.

But definitely not today.

And definitely not with Beckham, despite how much my mouth waters at the prospect.

When he pulses against me, I know I need to change tactics before I throw caution to the wind and succumb to him. Instead, I elbow him in his stomach.

He jerks upright, nearly pushing me off the bed from the sudden movement.

“What was that for?” he barks, blinking his tired eyes open.

“You were poking me with your…” I whistle as my gaze darts down to his waist.

Which I definitely shouldn’t have done, since his impressive erection is still straining against his pajama bottoms.

“Shit.” He grabs the pillow that should have been separating us and covers himself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I?—”

“Mama,” Maggie’s sleepy voice interrupts, followed by a soft knock on the door.

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