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2024-10-29 19:42:56Carter’s PoV:
I exited the bathroom, making my way towards the bed. Ryder was already tucked in, laying on my side of the bed, my pillow held tightly in his arms.
“You can hug the real thing.” I said as I climbed next to my husband, my arms finding their way around Ryder’s body and lips brushing softly over his nape , making him shudder.
“It took you too long to brush your teeth.”
“I also took a dump.” I teased, hearing Ryder groan a sleepy response.
“Tired?” I asked, rubbing Ryder’s tummy softly and feeling him arch against me. He just hummed a husky response, pressing his muscular body closer to mine.
The sensation of Ryder’s hard abs against my fingertips made my own body heat up. My lips locked on the skin of his neck and hands travelled towards his chest, each kiss, bite and touch being accompanied by Ryder’s q
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