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“Shhh,” he whispered near her temple. Greta jerked out of sleep to find Cutter fondling her between her thighs. In the space between sleep and wakefulness, between unconsciousness and consciousness, it was Shadow parting her legs. Shaking off the unwanted vision, she nestled against Cutter’s solid body. His hand palmed the inside of her thigh, his pinky caressing the edge of her s*x. Molded against the curvature of his broad chest, she rocked her pelvis against his groin.
“My girl’s got a greedy little pussy.” He tried to withdraw but she trapped his hand between her thighs. Satisfaction glittered in his eyes. “It was meant as a wake-up call, princess. I didn’t hear any complaints, but was I too rough?”
“Of course not,” she murmured. None of her past partners, her right hand, or good
