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Maximus chuckled. “I got something for you, the minute this is over. Let Brody handle it. Staysha will talk to the agency, and you’re going to sit your pretty ass in my car and get ready for this final shot.”

“And then what?”

“I’m taking you home to fuck that attitude out of you. Act like you Poppi’s girl and not one of these bitches.”

“Poppi would be breaking every bone in her hand for being disrespectful,” Eden grumbled. That comment earned her a look. “Fine.”

“You know these cops looking for any reason to shut this shit down. Don’t give them a reason to cart my ass to jail.”

“Fine,” Eden whined. “It’s this baby, it’s bringing out suppressed anger and shit.”

“Well, we gon’ have to figure some shit out because you can’t be running around hauling off and slapping people. You too good for that. Heard me?”

“I hear you.”

“You sure?” he posed.

Eden nodded. “I hear you, baby. I swear.”

“Good. Got Daysha’s pregnant ass running to fight and Staysha right behind you. Go sit your ass down, would you?”

“I’m in trouble?”

“You are and you know it. Bring your ass on. Too damn fine to be fighting,” he grumbled, roughly kissing her face and then leading her to where Olivia was prepping for the final shot of the day.

Brody and Staysha had successfully gotten Sydette to leave the set, and Daysha was seated in the other car. She caught Eden’s eyes and snickered.

“That was a good slap,” she whispered in Eden’s direction. “And the punches to add to it. Whew. Chef’s kiss.”

Eden smirked and whispered back. “I’ll do it again.”

“My girl.” Daysha punctuated her comment with a wink.

Eden snickered to herself and relaxed in the seat. Back focused on the task at hand – supporting her man. Almost an hour later, with necessary tweaks to the video, Olivia called it a wrap, and each party parted ways.

At home, Eden removed herself from her heels and stepped into the shower. Right behind her was Maximus with a devilish smirk on his face.

“I find it amazing that you movin’ around like you almost didn’t incite a riot today,” Maximus grumbled, connecting their bodies to share the stream of hot rushing water from her side.

“I didn’t almost incite a riot,” she refuted gingerly, letting her shower cap-covered head rest against his chest. “I slapped a bitch. Considering you’ve slapped your share of people, I felt like it was justified.”

Maximus rumbled in laughter. “I’m not going to lie – outside of the fact that your ass is pregnant – that was sexy as hell.”

“Oh, but a few hours ago I was put in time out,” Eden grumbled, turning around to rub her hands over his stitches. “Does it hurt?”

“That Azul Kush, I don’t feel shit. Whatever strand this is, I need to get it in the shop,” Maximus matched her grumbling and craned his neck to meet her lips. “You know you gon’ have to let me back in that skin.”

Eden giggled at his hands palming her ass. “You’ve been trying to get in my skin since you took that bullet.”

“You wasn’t givin’ me nothing.”

“A bullet ripped through your axillary artery. I thought if I touched you wrong, bounced too hard, or anything, I was going to hurt you. I already feel bad as it is.”

Between kisses, he rumbled. “Why you feel bad? This ain’t your fault. Kiss me back, dammit.”

“I can’t shower?”

“Uh uh I got that,” he groaned, nipping her lip, barely putting space between them. Grabbing her loofah and special body wash, he balanced his attention between the water cascading over her and the right amount of silky body wash on her loofah. “You’re going to look good as fuck pregnant.”

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