Page 68 of Darlin'

"Yeah, your dirty talk," Pippa confirms. "You canmoan and groan all you want, but you gotta throw a few words in the mix."

"I do!" I insist, offended. "I saidharder, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you gotta be like"—Marlow sits up abruptly, fisting the armchairs—"Fuck me harder. Yes, daddy. Oh my God, fuck, yes, just like that. Yes, yes, yes, fuck this pussy. Fuck me! Fill me with your cock?—"

My jaw hits the ground.

"Shh! My kids are playing in the next room!" Pippa bursts out in a fit of obnoxious laughter while Marlow continues to assault my eardrums. "Mar! Stop! I can't!"

Marlow shrugs, retreating back into her lounging position. "Something like that."

"I...I feel violated right now," I say, unable to blink as I stare at my baby brother's future wife. "That was..."

"Your first lesson," Pippa chimes in, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Next one, Marlow should charge you."

"Not a bad idea"—Marlow snorts—"given that Sav is as vanilla as they come. I'd make a killing."

"Vanilla?!" I cross my arms. "I let the man deep throat me, and I nearly choked and died! Isthatvanilla to you?!"

"Mommy?" Pippa's three-year-old peeps from a couple of yards away, lip quivering as she holds a vanilla ice cream cone. She glances at her bedtime treat and back at her mom. "I don't want to choke and die!"

"Oh honey," Pippa coos, trying not to laugh. The color washes from my face, and Marlow covers her mouth as Isobel runs over to Pippa. I'm going to hell for traumatizing this child, aren't I? "You're not going to die. We weren't talking about ice cream..." She pauses, thinking ofa lie. "We were talking about—" She gives up real quick. "Doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're not going to die, okay?"

Isobel sniffles. "But it's vanilla..."

"Exactly." Marlow chuckles, shooting me a loaded side-eye. "It'spurevanilla, Iz. Thesafestof all the ice creams." She winks at the toddler. "Now, pralines and cream? I don't know..."

"Shut up!" Pippa hisses under her breath, waving Marlow off before kissing her daughter. "Why don't you go watch some TV with Ellie, okay? I'll be there soon to tuck you guys in."

"Okay..."

Pippa waits for her daughter to leave the room before throwing a pillow at Marlow's head. "Pralines?!"

"I don't know!" Marlow huffs, chucking the pillow back at Pippa. "I was just trying to help! If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at Sav, I wasn't the one who saiddeep throatin front of a child."

"Stop," I whine. "I didn't see her standing there!"

"It's fine." Pippa sighs. "I'm sure she'll forget about it in the morning." She glares at Marlow. "Either that, or we'll have some interesting visits to the ice cream parlor in the future."

My phone vibrates with a text from Jesse as Marlow and Pippa continue to argue. "All right, I gotta go," I say, standing up and dusting the crumbs off my shirt. "Jesse's here."

Marlow winks. "You meandaddy."

"No," I state with a grunt. "I meanJesse." I look around the living room for my purse. Marlow findsthe strap, scoops it up, and hugs it against her chest. Seriously? "Can I have my bag?"

"What's the magic word?" Marlow taunts, lifting a brow.

I tap my foot. "Please?"

Marlow grins like the She-Devil. “Please, what?"

"Mar!" I stomp over, struggling to yank my purse from her hands. "Come on! Jesse's going to get mad if I make him wait. Let go!"

"Oh no!" Marlow laughs, refusing to let go. "Daddy's going to get mad? Is daddy going to spank us?" In a baby voice, she adds, "Is daddy going to punish us for being such a bad little girl?"

"Marlow!" I whine, swatting her hands away. "My gosh! Stop it! What if he hears you?!"

"Then daddy will besuper-dupermad, won't he?" Marlow continues cackling before finally letting go of my purse. She smirks up at me. "Better hurry, Savvy. Don't wanna keepdaddywaiting."

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