Verena 

I woke up to butterflies swimming in my stomach, Daxton’s cock rock hard against my ass as he snuggled into me with his hands curling over my waist. 

I smiled and turned—taking in his long dark eyelashes, the slight rise and fall of his chest as I ran my fingers through his face before leaning forward to press a kiss on those soft–lips. 

“Good morning,” I whispered, his eyes fluttering open and his body tensing as I ran my hand down his chest, the muscled abs and ridges before going lower.

Daxton groaned into my ears while I slipped my hand through the band of his boxers grabbing his...