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She shifted, and the covers slid sideways, exposing even more of her body. Apparently, after laying down the law about sleepwear, my wife had decided it didn’t apply to her. Fuck, that was a lot of skin. I waffled, my hand on my belt buckle, staring down at her. Night sweats, or risk all that silky skin coming into contact with mine? Either way, it was going to be a rough night.

She rolled, and there was the curve of her luscious ass. I stopped breathing.

Night sweats it was.

As quietly as I could, I shucked my jeans and shirt, trading them for clean sweatpants and long sleeves. The more covered skin, the better.

The mattress dipped as I slid in next to her. She hadn’t left me much space, but moving her might get me smacked. Lila slept hard and dreamed wild. She tended to thrash around through the night. The only thing that reliably kept her still was tight physical contact; either me spooning her, or her clinging to my body like she was climbing a tree.

My chest ached a little, remembering.

And then it ached even more as her arm landed across my heart with a heavy whack. I grunted in surprise. Every muscle in my body tensed. I knew what was coming next. A smarter man would have taken preventative measures and invested in a man-sized body pillow. But I was not a smarter man. I was a fucking idiot, and because I was a fucking idiot, I would have to spend the next eight hours tortured by my wife as she dry humped me in her sleep.

Her hand fisted in my shirt, and she used it to pull herself closer. I carefully raised my arm to make room for her, then settled it around her back. My fingertips grazed the back of her thigh, right below the crease of her ass. My lips tightened over a moan. She and I were going to have a little talk tomorrow about appropriate sleepwear.

I shouldn’t have told her she could wear whatever she wanted. That was on me.

But then it got infinitely worse, exactly as I knew it would.

Her knee bumped my calf. With a dissatisfied little grunt, she moved closer, pushing her knee over mine. I inhaled slowly through my nose as she dragged her thigh over mine. She paused, grumbling adorably into my armpit, her nose squashed against my rib.

I exhaled harshly. This was fine. I could live with her leg draped over my thigh. Maybe I could even fall asleep.

Then she shattered that hope by jerking upwards until her leg hitched over my hip. Her knee pressed against my cock. With a satisfied hum, she rocked back and forth, her knee sliding up and down my length. Not enough pressure to hurt me, and not enough friction to get me off.

Juuuuust enough of both to leave me in utter agony.

She settled in. This was the position that relaxed her, and she’d stay exactly like this for the rest of the night. I didn’t move a muscle except to breathe. Scooting her away from me would have her flailing the rest of the night, and I wouldn’t risk her stitches coming open. At least this position wouldn’t hurt her…even if it hurt me.

Tomorrow. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to thoughts that didn’t include my needy dick. Tomorrow I would buy a damn body pillow.

But I knew even then it was a lie.

Like hell would I let my wife replace me with a goddamn pillow.

6

LILA

The hammock swung gently. Far, far away, there came a repeated thumping like a knock on the door. Something soft brushed my forehead, the hammock swung again, and suddenly it was ten degrees colder. I burrowed deeper under the blanket.

“Stop bogarting the girl,” an insistent female voice cut through the fog of sleep. “You can’t hide her from us forever.”

“I’m not hiding anyone. Lila is still sleeping.” Seb sounded exasperated and definitely not in this hammock.

With my eyes still closed, I stretched one hand to the space next to me. A bed, not a hammock. Still warm. He hadn’t been gone long.

“We brought breakfast,” a different female voice wheedled. We’ll come in for a minute and heat it up for her. She'll probably be awake soon anyway.”

Ooooh, food. I could smell it now. Bacon and something with cinnamon. My stomach growled.

“If she wakes up, it will be because you two are being loud. You can meet her when she’s had time to settle in. Not another step, Lennon. Jesus. It’s like you’ve never heard the word no before.”

“I’ve heard the word no. I assume it doesn’t apply to me.”

“Hot girls are a menace. That goes double for you, Emma. Don’t think you can get away with everything just because you’re a fun-sized snack.”

Hot girls? My body was on the move before my brain had time to process fully. I rolled out of bed, my feet hitting the bare wood floor with an emphatic slap. I blinked in surprise and came fully awake.