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“Morning”

As the sound of the rich ed through thelayers of sleep that separated her from the real world

“I have coffee”

The devil himself knew her weaknesses and used them to tempt her

“It’s hot”

The reality of this , Rafe and his pro than her dreams With a soft smile, she allowed her eyes to drift open

Rafe, her man, her lover, was beside her in the bed, propped on one arm He smelled of spice His hair was da to his forehead Except for a white torapped around his waist, he was naked At so soft sunlight to filter into the rooaze was riveted on her

“Should I make love to you now or after coffee?” he mused

“Don’t make me think you woke me on false pretenses”

“Coffee, instead of this?” This being his dick, protruding against the towel

“Nothing is ” She paused “Sir”

“Fuck,” he groaned “I need you, sweet, sweet Hope I need you I love you” Hewords of love, nipping her earlobe

Heat and the hunger for reconnection poured through her “Please…”

Rafe pinned her arms above her head

“I need to touch you”

“In a ether”

He was …hers

Rafe kissed his way down the column of her throat He was intent, filled with purpose as he cupped her breasts, i theling to follow his orders Not grabbing hold of him eet torment

When her nipples couldn’t take any er down her torso, over her belly, then between her folds She’d missed his touch, and her body was on fire for him

He made tiny circles on her clit and she arched toward him “Rafe!”

“You can e this,” he told her