Marksman POV

Marksman opened his eyes and rolled into the warm body beside him, pulling her closer—his front against her back—and snuggling his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. It was a hell of a way to wake up.

Ember stretched and then wiggled her butt back into his lap, making him groan with just how good it felt. His hands snaked around her waist, and he pulsed his morning wood gently against her arse and she chuckled.

“You find something funny, Kingsley?” he asked, his voice scratchy and rough from sleep.

“No, Officer,” she breathed, pressing back against him. “I’m just surprised at your stamina.”...