hand slid up the back of her thigh. Her breath caught, and he groaned softly, then removed his hand.
“Bad boy,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at him, appreciating even more that she didn’t have to make a move to stop him because he did it himself.
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Chapter Seven
Grace yawned as she pressed the start button on the coffeemaker. She looked out her kitchen window and heard soft movements behind her.
Adam’s large, warm hands slid ever so gently around her torso and pulled her into his immense, comforting embrace. One muscled arm wrapped around her waist, and the other crossed her shoulders, pressing her back to his front. He sighed sleepily and swept her long, tousled hair from her shoulder and pressed his warm lips to her throat, beneath her ear. Her head fell back against his chest, and she tilted her head and allowed his lips to traverse her throat to her shoulder.
“Oh, boy,” she groaned softly. “I died and this is heaven.” He chuckled deeply and squeezed her to him. A breathy shudder left her lips as she became aware of his large, fully erect cock resting against her lower back. It was a crying shame they had clothes on.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured.
“Oh, it is.” She turned in his arms and gazed up into his sleepy green eyes.
He gazed at her silently for a few seconds, then whispered in a husky voice, “God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt a warm, languorous wave flow through her as she held his gaze.
She didn’t blush hard, which should have been her reaction. She could see in his eyes that he meant exactly what he’d said, that it hadn’t been just flattery designed to get a reaction from her. To him she was beautiful, and she smiled happily at him, accepting his truth.
“Thank you. You make me feel beautiful.” What would it be like to start every day like this? Oh, hell. What would it be like to start every morning like that times three ? Her body bloomed with arousal, answering that question.
Whoa, horsey! Slow down.
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“Did you sleep last night, Adam?”
“A little, baby.”
“Want coffee? I hope you take it strong.”
“The stronger the better.”
Grace chuckled and got mugs down. He made himself a cup of coffee, and she poured one for her sister and took it into the bedroom.
She tiptoed to the bed and poked her sister while carefully placing the hot coffee on the bedside table. She sang as she poked Charity’s shoulder, just like their mother had when they were little to wake them. “ Birdie with a yellow bill… ”
She heard a muffled, “No.”
“…Hopped upon my windowsill…”
“No.”
“…Cocked his shining eye and said…”
“Fuck off.”
Grace fought laughter so hard she had tears in her eyes “…Ain’t you
‘shamed you sleepy head!”
Charity pulled the pillow up and looked at her sister through tousled, messy curls, and they both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re way too frickin’ cheerful this morning for someone who didn’t get laid the night before.”
“Shhh!” Grace put her finger to her lips and looked at the bedroom door.
“He’ll hear you, idiot!”
Charity grinned broadly. “So the knight in shining armor is still here?”
“Yes. Get your ass out of bed and I’ll make breakfast.”
“You’re bossy now that you’re all liberated. Is this mine?” she asked, pointing at the cup of coffee.
“Yes. Strong the way you like it,” Grace said as she left her sister to rise and get dressed.
Grace made Charity and Adam breakfast, then took Adam back out to the ranch so he could get on with his workday. She headed over to the police station with Charity to file a complaint and press charges against Owen.
Hank told her Owen had gotten his phone call, but nobody had come to bail him out, and his truck was still in the police impound lot. Hank also asked Grace to consider the possibility that she might need to file a restraining
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order against Owen if he continued to harass her. Grace cringed
“Bad boy,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at him, appreciating even more that she didn’t have to make a move to stop him because he did it himself.
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Chapter Seven
Grace yawned as she pressed the start button on the coffeemaker. She looked out her kitchen window and heard soft movements behind her.
Adam’s large, warm hands slid ever so gently around her torso and pulled her into his immense, comforting embrace. One muscled arm wrapped around her waist, and the other crossed her shoulders, pressing her back to his front. He sighed sleepily and swept her long, tousled hair from her shoulder and pressed his warm lips to her throat, beneath her ear. Her head fell back against his chest, and she tilted her head and allowed his lips to traverse her throat to her shoulder.
“Oh, boy,” she groaned softly. “I died and this is heaven.” He chuckled deeply and squeezed her to him. A breathy shudder left her lips as she became aware of his large, fully erect cock resting against her lower back. It was a crying shame they had clothes on.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured.
“Oh, it is.” She turned in his arms and gazed up into his sleepy green eyes.
He gazed at her silently for a few seconds, then whispered in a husky voice, “God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt a warm, languorous wave flow through her as she held his gaze.
She didn’t blush hard, which should have been her reaction. She could see in his eyes that he meant exactly what he’d said, that it hadn’t been just flattery designed to get a reaction from her. To him she was beautiful, and she smiled happily at him, accepting his truth.
“Thank you. You make me feel beautiful.” What would it be like to start every day like this? Oh, hell. What would it be like to start every morning like that times three ? Her body bloomed with arousal, answering that question.
Whoa, horsey! Slow down.
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“Did you sleep last night, Adam?”
“A little, baby.”
“Want coffee? I hope you take it strong.”
“The stronger the better.”
Grace chuckled and got mugs down. He made himself a cup of coffee, and she poured one for her sister and took it into the bedroom.
She tiptoed to the bed and poked her sister while carefully placing the hot coffee on the bedside table. She sang as she poked Charity’s shoulder, just like their mother had when they were little to wake them. “ Birdie with a yellow bill… ”
She heard a muffled, “No.”
“…Hopped upon my windowsill…”
“No.”
“…Cocked his shining eye and said…”
“Fuck off.”
Grace fought laughter so hard she had tears in her eyes “…Ain’t you
‘shamed you sleepy head!”
Charity pulled the pillow up and looked at her sister through tousled, messy curls, and they both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re way too frickin’ cheerful this morning for someone who didn’t get laid the night before.”
“Shhh!” Grace put her finger to her lips and looked at the bedroom door.
“He’ll hear you, idiot!”
Charity grinned broadly. “So the knight in shining armor is still here?”
“Yes. Get your ass out of bed and I’ll make breakfast.”
“You’re bossy now that you’re all liberated. Is this mine?” she asked, pointing at the cup of coffee.
“Yes. Strong the way you like it,” Grace said as she left her sister to rise and get dressed.
Grace made Charity and Adam breakfast, then took Adam back out to the ranch so he could get on with his workday. She headed over to the police station with Charity to file a complaint and press charges against Owen.
Hank told her Owen had gotten his phone call, but nobody had come to bail him out, and his truck was still in the police impound lot. Hank also asked Grace to consider the possibility that she might need to file a restraining
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order against Owen if he continued to harass her. Grace cringed
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