Chapter 70

• Mey’s POV
• My husband never slept in. Yet there he was, sprawled across the bed, naked, with nothing but pants that hung too low on his hips. The sight of him, so relaxed, was rare, and I couldn't resist. I crept close, careful not to wake him. My fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants.
• They slipped down easily, and my breath hitched at the sight of him. His cock sprang free, thick, and already hard. Christ. He was hard, even in his sleep.