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He shook his head and glanced down at her chest. “Every time I think I have you figured out, you go and change the rules on me.”

“You have four sisters. How is this a surprise?”

He pulled away and she made a move to sit up. He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her lying flat. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He eased off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he came out he had a wet washcloth, which he used to clean the semen off her.

She got her pajama top and was about to put it back on, when he said, “You don’t...have to wear that if you don’t want to.”

She looked at him and realized from the slumberous expression that he liked the thought of being able to fondle her breasts during the night.

She loved having his hands on her, so that was a win-win. “Okay.”

Sophia went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, went out to find Con on his side on his narrow bed, the blanket swept back for her.

She got in and he covered her with the blanket and his arm, pulling her close and spooning her from behind.

His lips teased one ear, and he whispered, “Blow job next time.”

Chapter Thirteen

Heat woke Sophia. Ahot male body wrapped around her, her back to his front. One of his big hands cradled her hip, the other a breast. She loved it. Loved the intimacy of sleeping with someone she could trust.

There was just one problem.

Did he have to throw off so much heat?

She shifted her legs. He had a knee in between hers, and the hair on his legs tickled a little. The sensation added to the ache deep inside her. She rocked her hips, pressing her ass against the rapidly hardening penis nestled between the cheeks of her butt.

The hand on her breast began to massage it and tease the nipple.

“Go back to sleep.” Con’s voice rumbled against her ear as he pinched her nipple.

She gasped as pleasure whipped through her, and she tried to turn over to face him, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Con,” she moaned as his other hand slipped between her legs to tease her clitoris. “You’re not helping.”

He dipped his long middle finger into her. “I have an idea,” he whispered.

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