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She listens, her cunt clenching around me as she gasps and digs her fingers in harder.

I pull her hips down, forcing her to meet my final few thrusts before I curse. I try to watch her, but the dots at the edge of my vision force me to close my eyes as I slam into her one last time and come. My dick jerks and I empty myself inside her.

Stella drops forward, lying on top of me and burying her face into my neck.

I groan when she lifts her hips, making my cock slip free before she relaxes back against me. While I’m catching my breath, I clench my fingers against her waist and thigh, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation.

I feel Stella’s head tilt back and finally open my eyes to look down at her.

A sleepy grin stretches across her face, making my chest swell with pride that I put that look there. I smile back at her, but neither of us says anything as we sit up and reorganize the pillows to support us so we can lie facing the fire.

Stella curls up against my side and I mindlessly rub my hand up and down her back.

We stay like that for a while before something occurs to me.

“Baby?” I whisper and she hums her acknowledgment. “We’re finding different pillows and blankets to eat breakfast on with Harper.”

ChapterTwenty-One

GREYSON

How I ever settled forgetting three to four mediocre hours of sleep and needing at least three cups of coffee is mind-blowing. Falling asleep and waking up next to Stella is apparently all it took to remind my body what it’s like to get a full night’s rest. Even on the nights when we stay up later than we should because we’re busy spending time with each other, I still wake up feeling refreshed.

It’s been a few weeks since our holiday getaway and I’ve barely left her place since. The only times I’ve stayed at my condo have been when there are late games or if we get back into town from an away game in the middle of the night. Other than that, every second of my free time is spent with Stella and Harper.

Dominik was right. Even I can tell how drastically I’ve changed over the past four and a half months.

It’s almost as if I hit a pause button when Stella left all those years ago, and while my body kept aging and changing, I never thought to hit play. Now that I’m getting a taste for life again, I never want it to end.

Reaching blindly, I grab my phone off the nightstand and check the time. My alarm hasn’t gone off, and the faint glow coming from behind the curtains tells me the sun is just beginning to rise. Confirming my suspicion, I smile when I see we still have another hour to lie in bed before I need to get up. There’s no doubt that my subconscious woke me up. The excitement and nerves for today have been building up all week.

Stella and Harper are coming to my game this afternoon.

Wrapping an arm around Stella’s waist as she sleeps beside me, I carefully tug her closer. She doesn’t even flinch. I swear it’s like she has two sleep settings. One for if she’s alone and needs to be up with Harper. Those mornings that I’m not here, she sends picture updates, showing me that shecanbe up and moving immediately. The second option has only started since our vacation. And that setting makes it so Stella would sleep through anything.

The fact that she’s been able to rest and relax when I’m around fills me with a great amount of satisfaction. I like that she trusts me with our daughter so that she can get the sleep she deserves.

Stella was made to be my own perfect temptress. Everything about her draws me in, like she’s a beacon of light meant for only me.

The strap of her sleep shirt shifted at some point, baring the smooth skin of her neck to me, and I immediately place a kiss there. Ever since we had sex in her entryway before vacation, keeping our hands off each other has been damn near impossible.

She moves then, lazily wiggling her butt against my morning wood, and I grin against her shoulder. Stella might love sleep, but her body reacts to my presence just as quickly as mine does for her. Maybe she won’t sleep throughanything. Gripping her hip, I hold her against me and kiss behind her ear, grateful the silk bonnet she sleeps in provides me with access to the sensitive spot. She shivers, turning her head and sleepily batting her eyes open to look at me.

“What time is it?” she asks groggily.

“Early,” I tell her vaguely, kissing her temple as I tease my fingers over the waistband of her shorts.

“Mmm, I should get a head start on breakfast since I’m up,” she whispers, eyes fluttering shut, but her body says otherwise. Her thighs part, one leg tangling back over my thigh, and I take that as an invite to move my hands lower.

“I already have breakfast plans,” I tell her.

Her eyes snap open, and she tries to blink away the sleep haze.

“You do?”

With a smirk, I move quickly and roll her onto her back so I can hover above her. Her top gets caught as she flops onto her back, barely containing one of her breasts. I bend down, kissing and nibbling at the exposed flesh before working my way lower. I push her shirt up, exposing her stomach so I can pay attention to her beautiful marks as my hands find her shorts and start working them off. The fact that she now sleeps commando is by far the hottest thing I’ve learned about her.

Stella throws her head back against the pillow, lifting her hips and giving me better access to rid her of her pajamas.

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