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“Always got bad thoughts for you.” He replied.

He also wanted to talk to her about moving the family over to his place soon. There would be more space for the kids to play and have bedrooms of their own if they wanted to. And best of all, he’d have Marianna in his bed, far enough away from the other bedrooms so he’d be able to gorge himself on her.

He wasn’t above bribing her with an at-home library either.

“Where is my kiss?” She asked him.

He fell on her mouth like a wolf scenting its mate in heat.

Hot. Clumsy. Wet. Perfect kisses.

“Luke.My Luke.” She moaned, all but yanking his hair out by the roots. She was an octopus trying to get him in place between her legs. He laughed into her mouth and notched the crown of his leaking cock to her entrance.

Using the barest of movements, he rolled his hips, burying into his own personal heaven. Finding the spot his Marianna went feral for, he gave it a little back-and-forth rub. Already pressure was building for them both as she arched until he pinned her hips down with his hands. “Take it how I give it, Anna.” He said into her lips, letting her suck and bite on him as much as she wanted.

Wild woman drove him mad.

Somewhere along the way, Tag’s rhythm went from soft to jagged. Marianna bit his shoulder trying to muffle her sounds and he shoved his way into her. On her come down, he found her watching his face, mapping his features with a small smile on her lips.

“You are everything that is good.” She shared, and got him to the finish line with a last drive of his pelvis until he collapsed, shuddering. Her arms came around him, so did her legs, trapping Tag in paradise.

He could die here and be happy about his demise.

“Prince Charming, you are everything to me.”

Tag wasn’t an emotional man, not like Snake who always got in his manly feelings. But hearing a declaration so close to love from Marianna washed emotions through his trembling body.

What could he do but attack her again?

And again in the shower later.

And then quieter, with her crying into his hand over her mouth while she rode him hard.

He was getting good at this parent thing.

Because screwing under the radar of the noisemakers was sexy as hell.

THIRTY-EIGHT

“Even a piece of shit can take care of his brother.” – Arson

“We should all live at your house.”

Her statement caught Tag off guard.

Completely poleaxed him.

“What brought this on?” Then followed it with, “abso-fucking-lutely. Wanna get you moved in today.” Her eyes widened and her lips became slack. He kissed her because he could, because she was his woman. “Tell me.”

“I was speaking with Hawk.”

Excuse him, what? “Wait, darlin’, you talked to Hawk?”

“Yes. Was I not supposed to?”

“No, it’s good. The VP is usually more of a grunter than a talker.”

“Oh,” she grinned. “Well, full disclosure. It was more talking on my side while I fixed sandwiches in the kitchen back there. I think he was being polite.”

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