Page 28 of The Elusive Billionaire

I was kissing Savvy’s neck in my sleep. Her hand presses against the back of mine, and I give an involuntary squeeze to her tit. My fingers are wrapped around her like she’s a goddamn lollipop, so I attempt to wrench my arm away, except she’s lying on it, so I can only let it fall to the bed beneath her.

“What the fuck, Monroe? I thought you said you weren’t a cuddler?”

She jerks awake. Her silky brown hair’s a wild mess on top of her head as she stares over her shoulder at me. Sleep lingers in her eyes as she licks her lips. It takes another three seconds before her brain catches up to her surroundings.

“I— I’m not a cuddler.”

“Then how do you explain this?” I shake my head between the two of us a bit aggressively. I should tone it down, but I can’t seem to control anything around this woman.

“This, as in you pressing your cock into my ass, with one hand on my breast and another cupping my pussy? Is that what you mean?”

Horrified, I remove my other hand, then glare at the back of her head.

“Or this, as in you’re on my side of the bed?”

I jerk away and sit up, and sure enough, three-quarters of the bed is empty, and we’re crowded on her side.

“You don’t have a side in my bed,” I grumble.

“True. But it doesn’t negate the fact that you’re on the side I was sleeping on. Are you, Greyson Reyes, a cuddler?”

Am I? I don’t think I am, but admittedly, women never sleep over because I didn’t want to set a bad example for Sage.

“No.”

Her smile broadens to show me all her very white teeth. I wish she didn’t have such a sexy smile—especially first thing in the morning.

“Are you sure?” She bumps my thigh with her leg, and my body jolts to attention, ready and wanting whatever she’ll give me.

Morning wood isn’t usually this complicated. Just chalk it up to yet another thing she’s ruining for me.

“I’m sure, Monroe.”

“What’s with the last name?” She tilts her head to study me as I slide back to my side of the bed.

Monroe is safer. It puts distance between us…much-needed distance.

I get out of bed, actively avoiding looking at her. I have to piss, so I head to the bathroom, but that’s difficult to do with a hard-on, so I think of every unsexy thing I can.

Madison’s grandfather, Pops, is a great boner-killer. He’s always on my ass about something. Moose is too, but at least he’s mostly silent in his disapproving glares. Then there’s old man Cracken who is a real ballbuster, but truthfully, I don’t think he’s half as cranky as he pretends to be. Pops’ other friend, Chief, who is the retired police chief that refuses to give up his badge, is probably giving the actual chief of police a run for his money this morning.

Imagining the chaos the old geezers are creating makes me chuckle to myself, but it’s also what endears them to this town. They love and they love hard, even if they’re wildly inappropriate with their perceived duties sometimes.

My cock deflates enough that I’m able to piss without pain, and because the water is out, I search the cabinets for hand sanitizer, then leave it on the counter for Savvy.

She probably needs a toothbrush too. She’s lucky Braxton made me go to a warehouse that sells everything in bulk. Rooting around in a drawer, I pull out a new toothbrush, still in the box, and set it on the counter.

The last thing I need is Savvy believing I’m being nice to her. So, without a word, I exit the bathroom, then the bedroom. We’ll need bottles of water to brush our teeth, so the kitchen is my first stop.

I’m not doing it for her—she just happens to benefit from my own need to remove my funky morning breath.

In the kitchen, I grab a few bottles from the pantry, then pause. Women are always washing their face and shit, at least on TV.Why do I even care about this?Even as I think it, I’m already backtracking to the laundry room to grab her a fresh washcloth and towel before returning to my room.

Savvy stands in my bathroom with the door wide open, and she’s topless.

I like to believe that I’m an evolved man, but her tits have the power to turn me into a Neanderthal.

“What are you doing?” I grunt as annoyance takes over.