The Reclaiming Of Ivy Leavold (Markham Hall Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
He didn’t deprive me of his presence, but after George fell asleep and was placed in his cradle, Julian pulled me into bed and wrapped his strong arms around me, a gesture both loving and utilitarian—I couldn’t move my arms to touch myself or him. And even though his erection threatened to scorch an outline of itself against my ass, he didn’t grind against me or make any move to seek relief for it. Instead, he buried his face into my neck and fell asleep, his warm, heavy breaths so intimately, wonderfully male, that I found myself smiling as I too drifted off. But however intimate our sleeping snuggled together was, it was a paltry substitute for what I really needed, and I woke up the next morning to a hand grabbing my wrist. I opened my eyes to see Julian above me, George cooing on his hip. My husband’s face was stern, and I realized that I had been about to touch myself in my sleep. “Do I need to keep a watch on you at all hours, Mrs.
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