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Her smile fades. “You could lose your job, Zay.”

“So could you. And you have a lot more on the line.”

Robyn’s eyes dart away and lose focus, her mind working. “I know.” She idly coils my chest hair. “No one can know, not even my parents. Especially not them.” She finally looks back at me. “It’s the optics. It’s nothing against you or Dell. Well, maybe a little bit of Dell. They will not be pleased to know I’m dating a former porn star.”

Suddenly I’m very aware that I—a damn virgin—made her come repeatedly like she did with a porn star. I’ll be filing that tidbit of information away under the label Smug Male Satisfaction.

“Until we can figure out how to be open about us, we’ll keep it all under wraps. Everything.”

“Is there anyone you would trust to know about us now?” she asks.

I think I know why she’s asking. “Do you wanna tell Serwaa?” She nods vigorously. “If you completely trust her, then go for it. I know how much she means to you.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm. Honestly, I could trust my whole family,” I say and then laugh, “They’d be fucking estatic to hear I finally made a move on you.”

“Do they know about Dell?”

“No, not yet.”

Robyn’s toes curl around mine and her eyes hood. “Maybe we could go introduce him to your family.”

“Like… the three of us?”

She shrugs. “Since you trust them not to say anything, would it be so wrong to be a normal… throuple… around them? There’s nowhere else we could.”

“You haven’t met Dell’s family yet,” I chuckle. “But, yeah. Why don’t you and Dell come over for Sunday dinner?”

“Yes! Are you going to warn them?”

“Absolutely not.”

Her answering squeal is as soft and sweet as her lips on mine. “Okay, I’m gonna go back to my room now. If I stay in this bed any longer I’m gonna get a UTI.”

Chapter 42

The Family Johanssen

Dell

Robyn returned from her team vacation less than a week ago, and the three of us have been working out and hooking up every day since. There’s been pillow talk and goodnight kisses, good morning texts andI miss youphone calls. There’s been massaging of tight muscles and irresistible urges only quelled by the nearest flat surface. We have dinner most nights at Isaiah’s place, once at Robyn’s. But tonight is different.

“Quiz me again,” I say as we pull into the driveway of Isaiah’s childhood home. Robyn sits next to him in the passenger seat of his SUV, and I’m in the back panicking.

He laughs, like this is some joke! I’m about to meet my man’s family for the first time and he’s laughing. This is nothing like him meeting mine. Mine is so much smaller than his. He has four brothers and sisters, a dad, and a brother-in-law. And there are kids! And the lesbians who raised him!

“Do you have any antiperspirant in here?” I ask, dabbing my pits.

Zay puts the vehicle in park and opens the center console. He hands me an Old Spice. “Okay,” he says, smirking back at me as I pray the aluminum not only stops my sweat, but calms me down. “What's the order?”

“Angie, you, Dane, Jonah, Ivy.”

“Good. And who is Rafael?”

“He’s Angie’s fiance. He’s Mexican American. They havetwins, Zo and Nico.”

“Very good,” he smiles. “There will be a stocky, masculine, white woman with short auburn hair, most likely wearing a gray T-shirt and cargo shorts. Who is that?”

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