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“Kyle tried to take Bluey, but Papa made him give him back,” Carter snitches. After talking for a few more minutes, Carter tells us he’s going to bed.

I grab my wife, pull her on top of me, and slide my hand up the white tee she’s wearing. “What’s with this shirt? No barriers. Take it off.” I help her lift it over her head. “I missed these breasts,” I say when she presses them against my chest. “And this tight, little ass.” I slap her before I grab one of her cheeks and squeeze it. “And those perfect, perfect lips.”

“Oh, God. Please don’t. Don’t say it.” She starts to giggle uncontrollably.

“Smoosh me.” I start to blow loud kisses in the room. She buries her face in my chest and laughs.

“You’re so lame, Paradise,” she says. When I don’t stop blowing kisses, she finally puts her lips to mine. We kiss slow and deep.

I flip us over so she’s on her back.

“Oh, Paradise,” she says as I slide inside her wet pussy.

Chapter 43

Drake

If we don’t go to sleep, the weekend will last longer. I’m exhausted, but I love having her this carefree and unguarded that I’m not willing to lose a second of it to something as meaningless as sleep.

I have her on top of me. We’re both spent from our lovemaking. I glide my fingertips up and down her spine, and she sighs in contentment.

“I’ve missed this,” she says. She bites right below my collarbone.

“Me too. Kiss me.” She gives me a soft but chaste kiss. She’s probably worried that anything more will reawaken my body, but she needn’t worry. I’m spent. I’ll need a few more hours before I can make love to her again.

“I guess that attraction is still there,” she says.

“You guess? I’ve been wanting you since I saw you in the arcade all those weeks ago. This thing that we share, baby girl, is only for us. We can’t have it with anyone else.” She looks up into my eyes, and I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand.

“Turn over. Let me give you a massage,” she says. I quickly oblige. She sits her tight ass on my tailbone and starts kneading the spot between my shoulder blades.

“Can I ask you something? I know we agreed to not discuss our past together, but I want to know what you’ve been up to. I know you’ve been a great mom to Carter, but is there anything else?” The kneading stops and she goes still on top of me. We’ve always been in sync, so I know she knows what I’m asking.

“What are you getting at?”

“How serious were things with you and that guy?” I refuse to say his name. The image of how his eyes lit up at the sight of her still upsets me.

“It was our first date. Like he told you, we’ve known each other forever, but he was in the military and lived abroad for a few years.”

“You liked that clown?” I ask with a snort.

“Really? You want to do this?” I know there’s no way I can win this argument with my history with Scarlett, but I can’t let it go yet. "He's not a clown."

“Did you do anything with him?” Her hands drop to my side, and the room goes ice cold. I hold my breath and wait, uncaring about my hypocrisy.

“Like what? Get down on one knee and propose?” She starts to slide off my body, but I quickly turn over and grab her hips, keeping her in place. “Are you really asking me this? You want to know if I’ve fucked anyone else in the past four years, but you won’t answer any questions about Scarlett?”

“This isn’t about her. I want to know about you.”

“No, I never fucked Jelani. I had every intention of fucking him, but you ruined the night and the mood. Since you’re so interested, I had a boyfriend two years ago.” The relief I felt about knowing I ruined her night with Jelani evaporates before my eyes. “We were together only four months. He was a single dad, so I thought he’d be a good fit, but he wasn’t. That’s my entire dating history since we ended,” she says. “Happy now?”

“He was your boyfriend?” She stares but does not answer. I should shut up and not take this any further, but I can’t. “You fucked him then?”

“Did you fuck Scarlett?” she asks. When I remain quiet, she says, “You are unbelievable.” She pushes down on me and hops off the bed before I can grab her. I catch up with her before she locks the bathroom door. “Why do you have to ruin a good night?” she asks. “And you have no right to be jealous. None.”

“It took me two years to be able to be with another woman, and I was only with her because she was safe. She wasn’t you. I couldn’t get hurt again.” She rolls her eyes at me and scoffs. I take a few steps and put my hands on her naked waist. “For months after that, I felt like I was cheating on you.” I rest my forehead on hers. “I only feel whole now because I’m with you again.”

We stay like that for a few minutes. She finally wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my chest.

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