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“I’m trying to.” There’s so much I wish I could tell her, but the less she knows about the truth of my marriage, the better off she is. “One day at a time. At least the sex is good.”

“You’ve been holding out on me.”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“You’re no lady.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Being married to a biker makes me an ol’ lady. Thank you very much.”

“I want details, damn it.”

“Ok. There is one thing that really bugs me. He won’t kiss me.”

“What do you mean? Like he doesn’t initiate doing it or he refuses?”

Before I can get into specifics Capone approaches. “You two over here behaving?” He goes straight in and lays a kiss on Carla’s lips. Wasting no time, I can tell he’s going all in with tongue.

My cheeks heat, and I glance away. Part of me is jealous that Ghost wouldn’t dare. I look for my husband and find him at the bar, ordering a beer. If I were on the outside looking in, I’d think he was hot. The kind of man you let take you to some trashy motel for a one-night stand to rock your world and never hear from again. A bad boy you know is toxic and unfixable, but you think you’ll be the special one to change him.

Being here at this dive biker bar with my bestie at my side, it’s easy to forget that none of this is real. My biker’s gaze catches mine and he shoots me a smile that goes straight to my pussy. There’s no denying that we have sexual chemistry.

He approaches our trio, beer in hand, cocky smile. Like he knows I’m remembering all the filthy things he was not only doing but saying to me while he was in me.

Ghost was right about one thing. He does make trying for a baby fun.

Even if it will never happen. He doesn’t know that.

The longer we do this dance and play this game, the harder it gets to completely hate him.

Because even though he’s done awful things, he’s done them with love for his dead family.

We understand each other in that sense.

“You thinking about fucking me or killing me, princess?” His voice grits in my ear, all deep and sexy in the tempo he knows turns me on.

“Both,” I answer honestly, and he rewards me in the most unexpected way.

His lips land on mine, soft yet firm. His hand strokes my cheek, wet with condensation from his beer as he plunges his tongue between my lips. Shock disappears, replaced with need as I return his affection.

Like I’m overcome with sickness, a fever, I slide my tongue against his.

The room spins and the world fades away.

Carla and Capone cease to exist next to us.

All I know is the taste and feel of him are all I crave.

Ghost is all I know in this moment.

All I want.

All I need.

Chapter Sixteen

My wife is kind of adorable. She thinks she’s slick, but I can read her. I can practically see the gears in her head turning. She can’t decide if she hates me enough to kill me or if she’s falling in love with me.

I confess. She’s got a fire in her that I’m drawn to. Like a moth to a flame. I can’t seem to leave her alone. Guilt eats at me. Being with Adeline is natural. She makes me smile. Every day I wake up wondering what she will try next.

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