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Damn, she rouses everything inside me.

Damn, I want some fucking heads to roll.

“Whoplayed with your remote, Vale?”

Jace chuckles by the door. I swear that asshole pops popcorn on the daily for our tiffs. We make the Housewife series look as entertaining as paint drying.

“Details, Mr. Allen.” She twirls her braid. “Remember our rule about those?”

I lean forward, grabbing her bare thigh, skimming my thumb over the inside of her leg. “If you don’t tell me,” I whisper, “youwillbe punished.”

“How?” she taunts. “Are you going to make me eat my broccoli?”

Cute.

“No, I’ll take all your toys away when we get home. I know you’ve been playing with them in the shower.”

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” My dick stirs. “I hear you moaning my name.”

She arches her brow. “Then we’re both being punished, aren’t we?”

Yes, it is a punishment: her moaning my name, me grunting hers. Her poor shower. It’s seen more action than Vegas for three nights.

The man in me knows we’re fools to fight this. The least we can do is enjoy our time together.

The father in me knows I can never break my daughter’s heart. At the bridal shop, the guilt was suffocating. I hide so much from Alena. But this secret of me with Vale? It feels likethelie that could break us all.

So, now we play this immature game because it’s the only mature thing to do.

I’d rather fight with Vale than have nothing with her. I’m alive with her. I see red over her. I’m ready to go another round with her.

I know she’s had other partners, but not like me. I’ve slept with other women, but they weren’t her. The thought of any man touching Vale after I finally have her makes me a very dangerous man.

“Am I interrupting?”

A familiar voice rips my raging focus away from her.

It’s Axel. He’s smirking. Jace let him in, and I didn’t hear him enter the parlor. I was too jealous over Vale.

“Why yes, Mr. Cummings, you are,” she replies, swatting my hand off her thigh. “I was just explaining to our accountant, Mr. Allen here, that my personal use of the butt plugs we sell is a legitimate business expense.” She twists her braid, tilting her head. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Achilles,” he addresses me before nodding toward Vale, “meet your heel.”

She smirks, happy for her little victory, but I’m not amused.

Goddammit!

This is one of the many things I’ve feared: Axel finding out about Vale. More specifically, that I want her more than my next breath.

“How can I help you today, Mr. Cummings?” she asks, completely unafraid, totally amused, and now in Axel’s crosshairs.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Monroe,” he answers. “I thought it polite to say hello before I check on my room upstairs. I had some things delivered late last night.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she answers. “I don’t think they were delivered last night because I get notifications with videos from our security system whenever someone enters after-hours.”

Axel raises a brow. “You won’t see me on your videos after hours, Ms. Monroe.”

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