Hard Pass (St. Louis Mavericks 3)

I must have dozed off again because I started when he slid into bed behind me. His lips were soft on my shoulder.

“Go back to sleep, baby.”

“I love you, Nash. Thank you for being you.”

Those wonderful hands of his stroked their way down my sides. “Thank you for loving me. I’m finally the man I always hoped I’d be.”

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