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“What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing.” She waves her hand dismissively.

“Bullshit. Do I need to call Tyrone?”

“No. No. It’s fine. He doesn’t know anyway.” Her eyes dart to the window that faces her neighbor’s house.

I close my eyes. “Are you seeing Mr. Long?”

“How do you know?”

Lola rubs my thigh, and my cock decides to take that attention as an invitation. Not now. My surrogate mom is getting the business from her neighbor. The blood in my dick rushes back to my chest. Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be excited about that.

I open my eyes and circle my thumb over Lola’s upper arm. “I’m trained to notice changes in facial expressions, body positions, breathing, and blood pressure elevation.”

“Oh, right.” She cringes. “Tyrone didn’t suspect a thing, but I should have realized you would pick up on it. After we found Precious the other day, John came over to thank me.”

“I found Precious.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Did you want him to thank you?”

“Not that way.”

“I didn’t figure you did.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I can give you the details if you need pointers.”

Lola laughs. “I’ve not met this Mr. Long gentleman, but if Cade needs pointers from him, I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Don’t.” I glare at her. There are some things you don’t share with your mom. Sex positions are one of them.

Her eyes dance in merriment. “What do I get for shutting up?”

I waggle my eyebrows. “Everything.”

“Okay. I’m quiet.” She rests her head on my shoulder.

That couldn’t be farther from the truth. She’s never quiet, but I love her even more for it. Who wants meek and mild when you can have a hellcat in the bedroom? Not me.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

A Few Weeks Later

Lola

I stand with one hand on our doorknob. “Are you ready for this? I can tell him to leave?”

“Babe.” Cade cocks his head and arches an eyebrow. “He’s come this far. You should let him in.”

“Unannounced.” My father called from the airport to say he was on his way for a visit. Fifteen minutes is not enough time to prepare for him.

“So.” He shrugs his shoulders. “We’ve got to see him sometime, and we weren’t having sex, so it’s the perfect opportunity.”

“We were getting ready to have sex.” I glare at him. It’s not that easy to take off a leather corset, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and ankle cuffs.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He walks to the door, puts his hand on my chin, and grins. “I left everything out in case we need to get rid of him.”

“You didn’t?” I shudder over the image of my dad walking into our bedroom. He’s not prepared for chains, paddles, whips, restraints, or a sex swing. Not at all.

“Yes, babe, I did.” He kisses my lips and pulls back. “I haven’t been inside your tight pussy in twelve hours. He’s not staying long.”

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