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He felt bad he’d interrupted Eddie’s “You hurt her, we’ll fuck you up” speech.
But…
Priorities.
He had to look after his girl.
CHAPTER 12
THE ONLY GOOD ONE LEFT
Mo
Mo’s eyes opened, and he saw dark.
Not unusual. That happened every night.
What was unusual was he had a little bundle of heat tucked tight to him.
Lottie.
He was in Lottie’s bed.
Not on the couch.
In the bed.
With her.
Mo stayed still and breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her shampoo, the feel of her in his arms, and just her.
He’d get up in a minute, hit his place, get some clothes, go to the gym, workout and be back to her before she got up.
But he’d give himself a minute, or a few, to feel having her like he’d wanted her for too long of a time.
Then he’d go so he wouldn’t disturb her.
This plan was ruined when Lottie stirred then made a move in his arms.
He had to shift some of his bulk, since he was semi-cocooning her, as she turned from back to him to front his way and shoved her face in his chest.
“You awake?” she mumbled.
“Yeah, baby.” He gathered her closer again. “Just go back to sleep.”
She didn’t go back to sleep.
She nuzzled his chest with her face and his cock took notice.
He was about to repeat she should go to sleep, but she tipped her head back and touched her tongue to the indent at the base of his collarbone.
His cock definitely took notice of that.
“Babe—”
“Shh,” she hushed, lifting her hands to his shoulders and pushing him to his back as her mouth moved on him and her body followed his.
“Lottie, you don’t have to—” he started, curling his fingers around her waist.
