Safira lay facing him, her head on one pillow and her top arm slung over another. Her eyes were closed, and her beautiful features were relaxed, which meant her sleek dark brows were arched and accentuated her face. Her much longer hair was always soft and in place, her skin still glowed, and a tiny smile curled the edge of her mouth, all telltale signs that he'd loved her hard, often, and well last night. And this morning, he thought, grinning again as he sipped coffee. She'd fallen asleep as he'd left her, meaning that her curvy body was on full display. And what a display it was. More to the point, what a fortunate man he was. The rumpled linens stopped just as her plump thighs, giving him a full view of her soft round butt, a generous helping of side boob... the thrilling slope of her bare back... the satiny skin... the velvety berry lips. Adonis loved her. Loved. Her. He'd repeatedly tried to think of one thing he wouldn't do for her and their babies. He couldn't think o
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