Page 157 of Mended Hearts

“No arguments here.”

“She has no grounds, right?” Fury darkened her eyes. God, I loved how hard she fought for my kids. How naturally she’d become their shield.

“I mean… she never legally terminated her rights. That’s what we were pushing for. I guess this is her idea of retaliation.”

“She’s pathetic. I’ve eaten gas station sushi I trusted more.”

I chuckled and tilted my head, beckoning her closer. Her lips met mine, and I hummed, sliding my hands up her sides until I could cradle that beautiful face.

“I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too. Obviously.”

“Obviously?” I smirked against her lips.

She leaned back, arching a brow. “Contrary to Greyson’s assumptions, I don’t think about disemboweling people regularly.”

“No?” I huffed a surprised laugh. She made it impossible not to smile. Made it hard to be sad. Whatever I’d done to earn this woman, I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to the universe.

“Not generally,” she said. “But holy fuck, I want to end her.”

“Easy, killer,” I murmured with a grin.

“I mean it,” she growled. “Who does that? Who delivers a custody petition at a kid’s birthday party? If it wouldn’t impact the case, I’d have throat-punched her. Seize her fucking heels for restitution. Forexisting.I’ve metcactiwith better maternal instincts.”

I smiled softly, shaking my head. She barreled on.

“And the way she talked to Tillie? Calling herself a mother?Please. Merriam and Webster are rolling in their graves.”

I slid my hands to her waist, pulling her forward over my dick where it laid thick in my sweats.

“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?”

“Oh, piss off.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “I am not.”

“You’realwayscute.”

“You have to say that. I’m growing your child.”

“Remind me how that baby got in your belly.”

She beamed, glowing with amusement—and something hotter. It lit her from the inside. She rocked forward, slow and deliberate, and my cock twitched.

“I thought that was just a superhero fetish.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured, pressing kisses up her jawline, my fingers tugging the off-shoulder tee down to reveal the swell of her tits—fuller, rounder. Perfect. I kissed the scar between her breasts.

“Ollie,” she gasped, grinding over my lap again.

“You’re cute when you’re angry. When you do your little coffee wiggle in the morning. When you sleep. When you look up at me with my cock in your mouth?—”

She smirked. “Ah, I see where this is going. Continue.”

Chuckling, I scooped my hands under her pert ass and stood, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“You’re especially cute when your face is all screwed up with pleasure while you come on my fingers.”

She groaned into my neck, lips brushing my skin. “If I pretend to believe you, will you give me a demonstration?”

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