Page 60 of Wicked Little Secret

“Speaking of Sawyer, when do we get to meet our new grandson and future daughter-in-law?”

“Olivia took him upstairs to nurse and then try to get a little rest before she needed to get ready,” Judy explained.

He turned to the group. “I’ll go see how she’s doing.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, he slowly opened the door of their bedroom suite and slipped in quietly, in case she was sleeping.

The curtains were drawn, so it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room.

“Hey,” her soft voice called from the bed. “Is it time already?”

Maverick sat down next to her on the bed.

“That depends—how long do you need to get ready?”

“Probably an hour and a half, if I factor in time to nurse.”

“Then you still have an hour before you need to get up.”

She turned on her side to face him, hugging a pillow as she did. “Good. I’m pooped, and I haven’t even had to do anything yet.”

“Except take care of our three-week old son and entertain guests.”

“I’d hardly call my parents guests.”

He shrugged. “Did you have to entertain them?”

“Well, kind of. Although, I’m currently taking a nap so I’m not sure how good of a job I did.”

“They are perfectly content in our kitchen. Full disclosure, my parents and Nash are there with them.”

She threw the comforter off her. “Oh, I need to meet them!”

He covered her back up.

“You’ll have plenty of time after the wedding.”

“With your parents, but not with Nash.”

“We have all day tomorrow. You need to nap. Tonight is going to be busy.”

“I can’t sleep.”

I bet a good orgasm would knock you out.

But he knew that was out of the question—her body was still healing.

“What can I do?”

Her voice was small when she asked, “Can you lay with me for a little while? I sleep better knowing you’ll take care of Sawyer if he wakes up and I don’t have to be hypervigilant.”

He’d already kicked off his shoes and was climbing into bed before she finished her request.

She nestled against him like a little spoon, a position that felt all too familiar. Maybe he wasn’t the guilty party after all when it came to waking up with his arm wrapped around her and his cock pressed against her ass.

Like it was doing right now.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he murmured in her ear. “You have that effect on me.”

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