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I nod. “I texted him about our invalid marriage license. He probably wants to go off on me about that.” Shame heats through me. “I’m sorry. This is probably such a mood killer,” I say.

When I look at Sam, I’m surprised by the intrigued look in his eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he says.

That bossy growl is an instant turn-on. I’m not sure where Sam is going with this. But I trust him.

Sam takes the phone from my hand, answers it, and holds it up to my ear.

Excitement flickers in my belly at how naughty this is. I’m going to answer my ex’s call while my boyfriend is inside of me.

“What do you want, Jake?”

Chapter 46

Sam

Slowly, I thrust up into Dakota’s tight pussy, savoring the way her eyelid flutters.

She gasps, but quickly cuts herself off. Then she looks at me, eyes big, a flustered look on her face. A second later, her smile drops at whatever Jake is saying to her.

“We don’t need to meet up and talk about anything, Jake. We’re over.”

I keep up those slow thrusts as she goes quiet. Her head falls back.

“I don’t care…fine…whatever…” Her words get breathier by the second.

I think back to a minute ago. How she wilted at just seeing Jake’s name on her phone screen. I hated seeing that, seeing how he took her joy away.

I wanted to give it back to her. I wanted to show her that she could still be turned on despite whatever mind games that little fucker was trying to pull on her.

I lick my thumb and softly tease her clit. She gasps. I want him to hear her. I want him to finally get it through his head that she’s not hisanymore.

“Wh-what am I doing?” she rasps, her gaze falls to me.

That’s my cue. With my eyes on her, I answer.

“Dakota is a little tied up with me at the moment. What do you need, Jake?”

She smiles at me before her head falls back, and she lets out a whimper.

“What the fuck?” he blurts. “Hang on, are you two fucking right now?”

“Yeah. What do you need?” I repeat, my tone impatient.

“I knew it. I knew you were waiting around to snatch up Dakota as soon as she was available. I could tell you always liked her. You pathetic simp.”

I almost laugh at the frustration in his voice.

He sputters out another string of curses.

“That little whore,” he mutters.

Anger blasts through me. “You watch your fucking mouth.”

He starts to speak, but I cut him off. “No, you listen. She’s done with you. Don’t ever call her again. And if I ever hear you talk about her like that, I’ll fucking end you. Understand?”

“You think you can just swoop in and steal my wife?—”

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