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“I’d love to. But only if it’s okay with you, Mrs. Shepherd?” Ezra asks me with his engaging smile, while the meaningful look in his eyes goes straight through me.

But he can’t do that! He can’t sit here at our table when Thomas is about to come home, and Ezra was deep inside me not five minutes ago. Especially as Thomas was very clear that he didn’t want me to get too close to Ezra, and now he’s supposed to sit at the table with him? That could only backfire.

“I don’t think Thomas would like it so much…” I politely try to uninvite him.

“Oh no. I’m sure Dad won’t mind,” June interrupts me in her cheerful way and smiles broadly at Ezra. Wonderful. Here’s to a great evening with my husband, my daughter, and my secret affair… Yippee!

Chapter Fifty-One

You are perfect!

Imust stifle an amused grin… your daughter is flirting with me. Right next to the counter where I’ve just fucked you so deliciously. And normally, June would be my type. Young, sweet, educated, innocent, and yet with hot curves. But against you, Beauty, everyone stinks. Sorry, little one.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Mrs. Shepherd. Can I at least give you a hand as a thank you?” I ask, stepping a little closer to you.

I can feel your fine hairs stand on end, and you try to suppress the excited shiver that wants to run through your quivering body. Fuck, I’m still so hard that I can barely stand to be near you without bending you over the counter and taking you like this. But I can’t stay away from you either. If I’m not with you, I completely lose my mind. I need to see you, and if that means spending an evening with you and your family, then so be it, as long as I can be close to you.

“Um… no, no… it’s fine,” you stutter awkwardly and grab the casserole dish, probably to have something to do.

But I know exactly what you need, so I decide for you with a rakish grin and take the dish out of your hand.

“Let me do that. I know my way around hot things,” I reply with a grin.

Your jaw drops for a moment, which makes me chuckle.

“I… I’m going to change for dinner before your father gets here,” you inform us, hurrying up the stairs without waiting for another word or an answer.

Shaking my head but still grinning, I look after you before returning to the plates of pasta and the casserole dish that have already been prepared. It almost feels normal that I’m standing in your kitchen preparing dinner for us with your daughter. It could always be like this, Beauty.

“Have you always lived around here or just moved here?” June asks, and her attempts to learn more about me are almost cute.

I conscientiously layer pasta plates, Bolognese, and béchamel sauce in the dish while June watches me with interest every time I pick up a dish and waits spellbound for me to tell her more about myself. Her curious glances at the tattoos on my arms have not escaped my notice. But I’m used to having this effect on women.

“I grew up near here and, with a few interruptions, have always lived in the area,” I explain to her with a polite smile as I continue with my work.

I must be a little careful not to recognize the resemblance to you. June looks so damn much like you. Only the blonde hair is her father’s; the rest is you through and through.

“And you live alone in this big house?” she inquires curiously, leaning a little more over the counter to show more cleavage than she should. Oh, little one…

If she knew I was fucking you on this kitchen island just a few minutes ago, she probably wouldn’t be flirting with me so shamelessly.

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to own a house in a neighborhood like this, and since money isn’t a problem, I could fulfill that little dream. Even if some things need to be repaired, I don’t mind. I enjoy working with my hands,” I tell her, or rather you, as you are just coming back down the stairs.

“Oh, that’s handy, of course, when you don’t have to worry about money at your age… If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living?” The questioning continues, which no longer interests me, but I don’t let on and remain polite.

I must pull myself together not to stare at you because I like what you’ve put on for me. You’re wearing a navy blue knee-length dress. It has a lower neckline than the dresses you usually wear for dinner with your husband. You’ve tamed your hair with an updo, and your light makeup finishes everything off perfectly. You are perfect, Beauty.

“June! You shouldn’t talk about money,” you scold your daughter and look apologetically at me.

You’re uncomfortable, but you master everything with an ease and class that blows me away. So elegant and stunning.

I’m about to say something, but the front door opens, and your husband enters the house. I can immediately see you tense up. You don’t want me to be here and for us to bump into each other, but don’t worry, Beauty. I can behave myself. Even if he doesn’t deserve you one bit, and I want to kill him for the privilege of calling you his wife. But for you, I’ll pull myself together and play along.

“I’m home. I got held up and had to…” he speaks with an annoyed tone as he joins us in the kitchen, glancing at his cell phone. However, when he realizes it’s not just his wife and daughter waiting for him, he pauses, glancing between us with a confused expression before his gaze settles disapprovingly on you. “Have I missed something?” he asks, his eyes shifting back to me.

I grab a tea towel and wipe my hands on it before walking around the counter to hold out my hand to your husband.

“Hello, Mr. Shepherd. Your lovely daughter and wife have been kind enough to invite me to join you for dinner. I hope you don’t mind?” I greet him and smile at him warmly.

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