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  1. Cover
  2. Praise For Jodi Ellen Malpas
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
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  43. About Jodi Ellen Malpas
  44. Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas

I’ve woken up with plenty of women in my bed. I’ve woken up and cringed my way from under the covers. I’ve woken up and mentally shot my brain out. I’ve woken up and been desperate to get out into the fresh air to clear my head.

But I have never woken up with a woman in my arms. I’ve never woken up and immediately smiled. I’ve never woken up and thought fuck it to my morning run. Actually, I’ve never woken up and not felt like I needed to run.

This. Is. Unprecedented.

She’s still, peaceful. I’m peaceful with her.

Bliss.

But then I feel her shift, and my arms lock down of their own volition. “Don’t even think about it, lady,” I mumble. I’m not moving, not for a long while, and neither is she.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Tough,” I grunt, probably unreasonably. But this is so nice. “Hold on to it. I’m comfy.”

“I can’t,” she says, somewhere between laughter and exasperation, trying to pry my arms from around her.

I shrug her hands away with ease. I’ll always win. She needs to get used to that. Especially when she is the prize. “I’m not letting go of you.” Not ever.

Sensibly, she relents, and I smile on the inside, placing a kiss on her cheek before relaxing back again, my eyes closing. I could stay here all day. This is unbelievably amazing, just . . . being, but I feel her body solidify. She’s going to try and escape me again? When will this woman learn? I move fast, spinning her onto her back, kneeing her thighs apart, and nailing her wrists to the bed.

Job.

Done.

Well, almost.

I push my groin into her, feeling the corners of my lips twitching. She’s breathless. Staring up at me in wonder. One touch and she’s mine. I mentally file that knowledge away and get down to the business of maintaining our bliss, as well as keeping Ava in her blindsided frame of mind. I’m lacking many things as a man—we won’t go into details—but one thing I have on my side is my talent in bed, and I will wield that power to my advantage when I need to, no apologies. Like now when she needs to pee. She’ll soon forget that.

I pout, dipping and circling the tip of my nose with hers. “Sleep well?”

“Very.” She rolls her hips, and I pull back, my eyebrows hitting my hairline when she thrusts up. I try to contain my smug smile. Try. And fail. She wants me. She wants me so fucking bad.