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I started to laugh.
Silly man.
When would he learn?
He was all mine.
My personal toy.
Chapter 19
Silas
I stayed quiet for her, but the more she shared, the easier it became to abhor her mother.
She stood in front of the mirror, carefully removing each pin that anchored her scarf in place. No wonder the damn thing hadn’t moved all day. It must’ve had half a hardware store stuck in it.
“Need a hand?” I asked, tugging my tie off.
“I’m almost done,” she murmured.
Good.
Because I had a raging hard-on from her fondling me in the car, and I was two seconds from bending her over the vanity and reminding her exactly who she married.
I stripped down to my trousers and gathered the towels and lube. Everly had a habit of squirting sometimes—and I intended to make that happen tonight.
I licked my lips, remembering the first time she’d done it on my face. The sound she made, the shock in her eyes… it lived rent-free in my head.
While she unfastened her skirt, I poured us each a glass of apple juice. It didn’t feel right to pop the champagne when she couldn’t drink it.
A shared toast was better than a lonely one.
I glanced up—
Her cream thong disappeared into the soft curve of her ass, trimmed with delicate gold lace.
Just a few more minutes.
My hands itched.
I was at war with myself.
She carried our child—our future—and I wanted to be gentle.
But then she said things. Did things.
Things that peeled back my restraint and turned me into a fucking savage.
I took a sip of the bubbling apple juice. Tried to cool the fire in my blood.
It didn’t help.
Her top came off.
Two perfect, bountiful breasts, framed in cream and gold.
Heavy. Teasing. Designed to test me.
