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Sammi struggled to open her gritty eyes. A soft snuffle came from behind the wall of heat at her back and her eyes snapped open. Stanton. Glancing down, she found his arm locked around her waist, plastering her to his chest. She didn’t remember drifting off to sleep. One moment she was on his lap. The next, her head was pillowed by his bicep and her back was up against his chest, which could double as a furnace. Her toes were cold but the rest of her was warm and toasty. Shifting in minuscule movements to test her ability to slip out from under him while avoiding the chance of waking him up, his leg shifted and laid over hers.
Oh, hell, what was she going to do? She couldn’t stay here with him. She didn’t have the willpower to not touch him, especially with his thick erection prodding
