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I smiled to myself. “Want me to help you with your PJs, Mae? You seem kinda distracted.”

Her body jerked as if she was waking from a dream. “Oh, right. I’m fine.” She took a step back and jerked her thumb toward the door. “I’ll just go and—” Maeve’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and with one last glance at my face, she turned and fled through the door.

My back hit the wall, and I banged my skull against it gently.

It was like I’d awakened from a dream I’d been stuck in for weeks, and suddenly, I was seeing life with so much clarity it was making my damned eyes hurt.

Somehow, against all odds, I’d developed feelings for my wife.

God only knew how and when it happened. It was a gradual thing that crept up without me noticing. I couldn’t pinpoint any one thing that made me suddenly give a shit. Maybe it was just Maeve, her charm, wit, and intelligence, or just that special way she had about her.

I had a challenge ahead. I needed to get Maeve to the same place as I was, especially as I’d already put my own ass in the friend zone. I also had to somehow make her forget I’d almost fucked her stepsister and most of the other women who frequented the bar, the same women she was going to run into on a daily basis like Saskia.

I looked down at the tent in my jeans and sighed.

First things first, I had to get into the shower and tug one out, or else I’d have to contend with a raging hard-on all night. Bright side, at least now I had the memory of my wife’s beautiful tits, so it wouldn’t take long. I couldn’t hold my grin back because the mere thought of watching my thick cum dripping off her rosy little nipples made a tingle appear in the small of my back.

Switching on the shower, I waited for the water to heat up before stripping down and stepping inside the cubicle.

For the first time since Da died, I felt as if the huge weight on my shoulders had been lifted. It was crazy how my subconscious had been weighing me down. Maybe this thing I felt for Maeve was just what I needed to help me heal. God knew Da loved her as much as everyone else seemed to. One thing was for certain: having the challenge of seducing my hot little wife was a surefire way of forgetting the grief of losing Da, even if it was fleetingly.

With a sigh, I squeezed some shower gel into my palm before grabbing my steel-hard cock and stroking up and down. Immediately, an image of Maeve’s incredible breasts flashed behind my eyes, and I let out a low growl while a wolfish smile spread across my face,

Seducing my sexy little wifey was gonna be fun.

CHAPTER 14

MAEVE

My eyes met Tristan’s in the mirror before sliding toward Kennedy, who was huddled with Sophie, all of them listening intently. “And then he asked, ‘Want me to help you with your PJs, Mae? You seem kinda distracted.’”

Tristan’s mouth formed an O shape. “He called you Mae, as in Mae West?”

I nodded, my eyes rounding.

Kennedy fanned her face. “That’s fucking hot.”

Tiny goose bumps pebbled down my arms at the memory. “There’s no words to explain how hot it was. I thought Callum walking in on me almost naked would be the single most embarrassing thing I’d ever have to go through, but...”

The three of them all leaned toward me.

“...I’ve never felt more beautiful,” I announced.

Sophie’s face softened. “You are beautiful.”

My gaze drifted to the mirror where Tristan had just finished doing my hair, and for the first time in my life, I believed her.

“What happened after that?” Ned asked. “Did he leave you hanging?”

“We ate pizza and watched a movie,” I told her. “Except...”

“Except what?” Tris demanded.

My face scrunched up in a confused expression. “I think my husband was flirting with me all night. He kept leaning close and talking into my ear and neck like he was using any excuse to touch me. He got me so worked up that I could hardly think straight.”

Tristan gave Kennedy a smug look. “It was the keratin treatment.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Don’t be dumb, Tris. We’re talking about a red-blooded Irishman here, and ten minutes ago, I saw Maeve’s tits. Believe me, it wasn’t the fucking keratin.” She nodded down at me. “Her rack is incredible, Best tits I’ve ever seen, and I was a top-billed Las Vegas stripper back in the day, remember? If Callum got an eyeful of those girls, he’s a goner.”

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