Priorities.
He had to look after his girl.
ChapterTwelve
The Only Good One Left
Mo
Mo’s eyes opened, and he saw dark.
Not unusual.That happened every night.
What was unusual was he had a little bundle of heat tuckedtight to him.
Lottie.
He was in Lottie’s bed.
Not on the couch.
In the bed.
With her.
Mo stayed still and breathed in deep, taking in the scent ofher shampoo, the feel of her in his arms, and just her.
He’d get up in a minute, hit his place, get some clothes, goto the gym, workout and be back to her before she got up.
But he’d give himself a minute, or a few, to feel having herlike he’d wanted her for too long of a time.
Then he’d go so he wouldn’t disturb her.
This plan was ruined when Lottie stirred then made a move inhis arms.
He had to shift some of his bulk, since he wassemi-cocooning her, as she turned from back to him to front his way and shovedher face in his chest.
“You awake?”she mumbled.
“Yeah, baby.”He gathered her closer again.“Just go back tosleep.”
She didn’t go back to sleep.
She nuzzled his chest with her face and his cock tooknotice.
He was about to repeat she should go to sleep, but shetipped her head back and touched her tongue to the indent at the base of hiscollarbone.
His cock definitely took notice of that.
“Babe—”
“Shh,” she hushed, lifting her hands to his shoulders andpushing him to his back as her mouth moved on him and her body followed his.
“Lottie, you don’t have to—” he started, curling his fingersaround her waist.
“Quiet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down to hisnipple.
Before he could protest again, her mouth covered it and shedrew in, light and sweet.
