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Amber didn’t move for several heartbeats until it was clear Grayson was settled again and out like a light. She decided rather than displace the covers any further , she’d simply slide down beneath them on her journey off the bed.

As Amber went under, she was soon hot and aware of how much the blanket needed a good washing. Sure she loved the smell and taste of her boys, but it’d been a long, sweaty night indeed. And her boob sweat didn’t exactly smell like roses either.. She awkwardly wormed her way down the crevice in between the billionaire and the chef. She heard a grunt not long after her elbow struck something warm. She stilled.A few seconds later she saw Grayson peering down at her beneath the covers, a sleepy grin on his lips.

“Hey, you break it , you buy it.”

Her elbow was still entrenched in his balls.

“How about I just kiss it and make it feel better?”

He chuckled, “That works too.”

“But I really need to pee first.”

Grayson pulled back the covers and got out of bed like a gentleman. And they said chivalry was dead. Nothing was sexier than a ripped man holding the sweat soaked blanket aside so a lady could pass by properly.

Until he swatted her on the ass as she passed by. But Amber liked it. So did her burning core which hinted at promises of wicked things to come.

“My daughter already keeping you up at night,” he grinned.

“Try her father. But if I recall you didn’t last all night sir. you were snoring. Leo came through and finished me off.”

He laughed heartily. Amber was glad to see he was in such a good mood this morning and even happier to know she had helped put him there. Grayson bit that full, bottom lip of his.

“Well allow me to make it up to you, I’m awake now. Wide awake.”