Celeste Grant was lying in the middle of the bed, her son cradled in her left arm and Javier Sinclair on her other side.
Her body was so close to his that it felt as if he were holding her.
She glanced over at him, then shifted, snuggling closer to her son. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hand from her waist.
"Our son is fast asleep. It's about time you let go. Any longer and I'll think you're trying to take advantage of me."
His hand didn't move an inch. Celeste Grant was now on her side, her back to him, but his presence was so potent it was hard to ignore him, to pretend he wasn't even there.
Javier Sinclair, lying on his side of the bed, glanced at the back of her head. With a firm grip on her waist, he pulled her flush against him, pinning her in his embrace.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Settle down. One more peep and I'll toss you into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to wash you clean."
