Chapter 27 Brice's Bed
- As his morning music alarm started to play light classical, Brice rolled over. He’d slept all night. That didn’t happen often. When his hand connected to Clay’s warm naked thigh, Brice’s eyes popped open. Snuggling closer, the man scooted his ass into Brice’s crotch. Brice held in his groan.
- “Morning, baby.” Clay’s husky voice washed over Brice.
- “Hell no.” Brice glared. “It’s Instructor Brice.”