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DAISY
I was so warm! I curled my knees up to my belly and rubbed my cheek against the soft pillow. I heard the whistling of the wind and burrowed down further, thankful to be in my bed and out of the storm that seemed to be brewing.
“Stop wiggling.”
My reverie was broken by a very male voice directly behind me. I wasn’t at home. I wasn’t in my bed and I wasn’t alone. My pillow wasn’t a pillow at all, for when I opened my eyes I looked directly down a man’s forearm, sprinkled with dark hair over the top of sinewy muscles. He was pressed firmly against my back and his other arm was wrapped over my waist and the large hand… the large hand cupped my breast!
“Oh!” I cried and tried to move away, but his hold was too firm. My shifting only pushed my breast into his palm further and I felt
