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of woman who can handle anything that’s thrown at her. Am I wrong?”
    A swell of happiness flowed through her. He was right. She could handle anything. “No, you’re not wrong.” She rose up on tiptoe, placing her hands on his chest. “Now, kiss me,” she ordered.
    His smile turned ornery. “That order I will follow.” He picked her up and held her to him, her feet a foot off the floor. She slipped her arms around his neck just before his lips claimed hers in a molten kiss.
    Grace was amazed at the wealth of feeling that filled her. She parted her lips, opening for him, and he tasted her mouth. Their tongues tangled, the heat between them increasing. Grace pulled back from his hungry mouth, and her gaze found his. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to feel the need for more than just a kiss.”
    “I already do.” He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. “But you need some food and rest. After that”—he wiggled his eyebrows—“I will require more than a kiss.”
    “Sounds like a plan.” She stepped back and clapped her hands together. “So, let’s eat and get some sleep.”
    After they had eaten half of the cheese and fruit, Morgan led her to his bed, and Grace crawled beneath the covers. Morgan slid in beside her, and she curled up against his side with his arm around her. It only took minutes for her to fall into a much-needed sleep.
    Deep, low voices murmured somewhere near. Grace shifted in her sleep, straining to hear what they were saying. She couldn’t quite make it out. The voices continued, lulling in their cadence. Then she was cold. Lying on her side, she reached for the covers, but there were none. Am I dreaming?
    A warm hand slid up her back, starting at the base of her spine in her lower back and stopping when it reached the nape of her neck. She opened her eyes, but it was pitch black. She couldn’t see a thing. Someone moved closer to her, his warmth pressing against her back. The hand moved from the nape of her neck to her shoulder. She smiled, pressing her ass back against the hard cock that poked her from behind. “Morgan,” she whispered.
    “Yes,” he answered from in front of her. Then he moved closer to her front, his hand caressing her breast.
    “Who—”
    “Shh, don’t speak,” Morgan said, his stiff shaft pressing against her tummy. He slid his hand between her thighs, urging her right leg up. His fingers separated the folds of her mound and found her clit.
    Grace sucked in a breath, her body coming fully awake.
    The cock behind her nudged the cleft of her ass, the hand moving from her shoulder to her hip, its warmth burning her flesh. The fire ignited the flame inside her, heating her pussy, causing her nipples to tighten.
    Morgan’s fingers tugged and pulled on her swollen clit, sending her pussy quivering and creaming. Beads of sweat broke out on her upper lips. She swiped at it with her tongue, and then her mouth was assaulted by Morgan’s hungry lips. She moaned, deep in the throat, and slipped her arm around Morgan’s neck. Arching her body, she pressed her breasts against Morgan’s chest and her ass back against the heated flesh of whoever was behind her.
    What a wonderful way to be awakened. Two men, hands moving over her, bringing her awake so sensually that her body came fully awake before her mind. She felt almost primal, letting her senses lead her, not even making an attempt to think. She didn’t know who was behind her, and it didn’t matter. Morgan would only allow someone he fully trusted to be in bed with them. Her role in this erotic scenario was to do what they asked and to enjoy it. She smiled beneath Morgan’s lips and lifted her right leg, bending her knee and parking her foot on the inside of her left knee. She wanted to give them full access to any part of her body they wished.
    While Morgan’s expert fingers still toyed with her clit, a hand came from behind and two fingers were inserted into her wet pussy.
    She