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“Why are you holding my boobs!” A startled Gemma yelled, hitting Derek’s hand off her chest.

Even though he was stunned at how he mistaken his wife’s boobs for a pillow, I mean it's very soft. He maintained his facade and yawned, turning to the other side of this bed, as if in a deep sleep.

“I know you're awake, you pervert!” A startled Gemma accused. Without thinking, she smacked his back that was turned against her.

“I'm awake!” Derek yelled, instantly rising from the bed.

“Explain what your hand was doing on my boobs,” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“It was a mistake….” Derek was trying to say, but was cut off.

“Your hands were placed on my boobs while you were wide awake and you want me to believe it's a mistake?” She asked like he had just made the biggest joke of the year.

Derek shook his head, deciding to be petty.

“I mean you were also wide awake when you grabbed my little man yesterday,” his gaze went from Gemma’s face down to his member, Gemma’s eyes followed every movement o