Page 73 of Savage Temptation
“Of course.”
She transfers our littlest to me.
“If you need to go back home and take a nap, I’ll stay with the tots.”
Tessa plants a kiss on my cheek. “I don’t want to miss these happy moments.”
So many happy moments. Within a year of us being together, Tessa quit her job and made our family her number one priority. She takes on freelance work for me, however, because she’s a bloodhound with her investigative skills.
The Savage Playground took off and has done so much good for the world, there’s talk of nominating me for a Nobel Peace Prize. Some balk at the idea because of the alien sex scandal from years ago, but even without the honor, I’m still proud.
Life has been good to us, and we try to pay it forward as best we can, so we can make the world a better place for not just Maddy and Owen, but for everyone.
Madeline helps a child that’s fallen, which warms my heart. She has such a nurturing soul, and I hope that’s never taken from her.
We were able to successfully sue the pants off Conduit Manufacturing. Tessa did a phenomenal job assisting with the investigation, because it played to her strengths. I like to think it gave her a sense of retribution.
The owners had to sell, which worked out in my favor because the new owners wanted to foster goodwill with me and gave me a heck of a discount to do business with them.
Lance and Cindy stroll up with the twins, April and Conner. Madeline comes bounding over to greet her cousins.
“Can they pway?” she asks.
Is it bad that I never want her to learn proper pronunciations?
Cindy pouts. “They’re still too little.”
Maddy rolls her eyes and dashes to the swings.
“Is Maddy excited about coming over to Auntie Cindy’s house?”
Tessa looks anxious. “Yes, but I’m still not fully on board. You’re taking care of two babies, and Owen isn’t weaned yet.”
Cindy plants her fists on her hips. “We live one floor down, and you’ve let me nurse him before. My tit is your tit.”
One of the benefits of having a friend whose pregnancy and birth coincide with your wife’s is that if there’s ever an emergency, there’s always milk on tap. Heck, even if there’s not an emergency, if one of them wants to take a nap, boobs are always readily available.
“Fine,” Tessa relents, “but don’t be afraid to call me if either of them starts fussing.”
Cindy smiles. “Of course. Oh, and Auntie Ashley might drop in.”
Tessa scrunches her brow. “She’s finally back from…where was she again? Brazil?”
“Costa Rica.”
“Do you think she’s going to be okay?” Tessa asks.
Lance snickers. “If anyone can weather a scandal, it’s Ashley.”
About a month ago, a video dropped on the internet of her having a fivesome with four gorgeous, muscular men. The next day, the front of Chatter magazine read: From Peanut Queen To Penis Queen.
Of course, I bought one hundred copies because I fully intend to find uses for them over the years. After allowing time for the dust to settle, of course.
“No one’s boycotting peanuts over it, so she’s fine,” Cindy says with a shrug of her shoulders. “Actually, she’s better than fine because her sales are now through the roof.”
“Good, now we just have to wait foryoursex tape to leak,” Tessa says, then immediately scrunches her nose. “Ewww—never mind. The thought of my brother…oh gosh. I must never think that again.”
Everyone breaks out into laughter.
