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“Who cares?” she asks. “I don’t.” She opens her mouth to say more, but her office door opens and her husband looms large and dominating at the threshold. He goes right to her, and Seth follows behind him with Jasmine strapped to his chest.

“Yaya,” she says when she sees me. She claps her little hands and I walk to them. I get on my toes and kiss her sweet little cheeks. When I’m done, I look up at Seth, and he bends down to kiss me far too indecently for company.

Then he whacks me on the ass. The movement is so shocking, I jolt and he has to catch me so I won’t fall.

“I can’t get enough of that booty,” he whispers. Then he looks up and wiggles his brows.

I blush as I remember how he barged into the bathroom this morning while I brushed my teeth. He stood behind me, and as soon as I was done, pulled down my panties, bent me over, and fingered me until I went insane. After that, he got on his knees and ate my pussy from behind. I was on the brink of orgasm when he stopped, bent me over, and fucked me into orgasm at the sink. He pulled out and came all over my naked back. When he was done, he rubbed it into me, spun me around on my shaky legs, and kissed me until I was breathless. Then he stripped naked and jumped in the shower, leaving me stunned and breathless.

Seth breaks our stare long enough to unstrap Jasmine and put her down. She runs right to Jeannie, but Aiden scoops her up first.

“How about the five of us go to dinner?” Aiden suggests, and when we all agree, he calls his assistant to reserve us a private room somewhere.

“I want to go and see Gaga after dinner,” I whisper to Seth. I’ve only seen her a few times this week, and I feel guilty about that. The times I did see her, she was quiet and didn’t say more than a few words about the TV show that was on.

“Coach, you should make me and Layla the face of your hotel chain,” Seth says. “Like our beds are strong enough to take on newlyweds.”

Before I can tell him what a stupid idea this is, he picks me up and takes me to the couch. He drops me like a bag of dirty clothes and climbs on top of me before I can get up. He takes one of my legs, hooks an arm underneath, and raises it. Then he starts to mimic making love. I try to push him away, but laughter bubbles inside of me and turns into uncontrollable giggles.

“Can someone get him off?” I manage to say between laughs. He jumps up and lifts me to my feet, and I curse that he’s so strong. Even if I were to run away from him, he’d chase me. He did that this morning. He was in the shower, and I went in there with a glass of cold water. I threw it in his face and ran out of the room. Seconds later, he came barreling through the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around him.

I screamed like a dumb woman in a horror movie. When I was by the front door with nowhere to go, he lunged at me and lifted me right off my feet.

“Don’t let Jasmine see this next part.”

Aiden covers Jasmine’s eyes with his large hand. She thinks it’s a game and starts to clap.

Seth then bends me over the couch and starts to spank my butt over my clothes. “Our beds are so good, they take any kind of pounding.” Then he mimics doing me doggy style. “Bang, bang, bang,” he says. “That’s gonna be the sound of her head hitting the headboard.”

“Are you trying to give her an orgasm or a concussion?” Jeannie asks.

“Both,” Seth says. “I’ll make her orgasm so hard, she’ll give herself a concussion.”

“Oh my god,” I say, horrified at his actions. “Do you have to be so embarrassing all the time?”

He lets me go, but when he turns me around to face our friends, he puts a hand around my waist and grins as if he didn’t just do and say the most ridiculous things.

“Um, what do you think, babe? Your call since you’re in charge,” Jeannie says. “Seth, that was quite the reenactment.”

“I’m a good actor,” he says proudly. “After the love scenes, you pan to a shot of us in one of your hotel restaurants.” He spreads out his hand before he continues. “I’ll say something like, ‘Where all your appetites are satisfied in one location’ while I cut into a pink steak and feed it to Layla.”

“Let me get marketing on that,” Aiden says. “And thanks for putting that visual in my head.” He puts Jasmine down and grabs his phone. “Let’s go eat. Hopefully, I’ll still have an appetite after that reenactment,” he mumbles.

Chapter 43

Seth

Gaga stares out the window of the nursing home. She’s been here for three days, and Layla has visited her each day. Today’s my first time, and I’m glad Jasmine is on her playdate and couldn’t come.

“Gaga, you want to go outside?” Layla asks. “I can push your wheelchair. Maybe you can walk a little bit.”

I stare out the window. Gaga’s room faces the courtyard, and I look down into the garden. It’s overcast and could rain at any moment, but I keep my mouth shut. Each time Layla comes home after visiting her grandmother, she’s been depressed. I found her in her walk-in closet crying yesterday. I’ve never been around a crying woman other than Jasmine. I didn’t know what to do. Not until I asked myself what Coach or Chastain would do. That’s when I pulled her into my arms and held her. She cried for a full ten minutes, and when she looked up, her eyes were red and puffy. Her cheeks were swollen, and she had clear liquid coming out of her nose, but she still looked pretty. I walked us into the bathroom, got a cool washcloth, and cleaned her face.

When I was done, I squeezed her cheeks until her lips puckered, and I gave her a kiss. She did a half laugh, half cry and I wrapped her in my arms again.

“You ruined my good shirt with your snot,” I said.

She started shaking in my arms, but this time it was from laughing.

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