Mackenzie’s POV
A heavy arm holds me in place, and I turn my neck to look behind me to find the sleeping form of Callan curled around my body.
Images of earlier flood my mind and I feel heat rise as I instinctively shift my hips, brushing against something large and hard that’s pressed between my cheeks.
‘You keep doing that and I’m going to have to punish you’ the bad boy grumbles quietly, eyes still closed.
Suppressing a smile, I shift my hips again, squealing as I’m flipped onto my back, the soldier on top of me, now wide awake.
‘I knew you were a little minx’ he rumbles, peppering kisses up my neck as I tilt my head to give him better access.
‘I don’t know what you are talking about’ I sigh, my hands finding his hair which I can’t seem to stop touching.
Callan’s hand slowly trails up m……
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