Chapter 8 Morning Games

Annie Whipple 1.1k words

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Grayson’s arm tightened around me, then he slowly moved and pressed his lips to my ear.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered.

He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly. It felt incredible, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God....

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