Page 271 of Remy

Remy told his sister about the orgasm he gave me in the bathroom?

“And there were the unending phone calls about his hang-ups with your—” She winces “—inexperience. That guy has an unhealthy amount of trauma from childhood, but apparently not enough to dissuade him obsessing over getting in your pants.”

I gape and snap my devastation toward Remy. “He told you I was a virgin?”

“Was?” Abri grins.

Oh, God.

I cover my eyes with a hand, trying to hide my mortification and the uncontrollable need to laugh.

Scurrying footsteps patter toward us. “Momma, what’s a ver-shin?”

I drop my mug to the table, needing both hands to hide the mortified humor mix as Abri cackles.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Remy’s thudded footsteps approach. “Abri, did you upset her?” He pulls out my chair and grabs my wrist, hauling me protectively into his chest. “I can’t tell if you’re about to laugh or cry.” He drags the remaining hand from my face as I struggle to compose myself.

“Unkie Rem, what’s a ver-shin?” Tilly asks.

He stiffens.

Abri releases another uprooting cackle.

I lunge forward, hiding my face in Remy’s neck as I burst into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, time to leave,” he demands, wrapping a tight arm around my waist as I convulse against him. “Out, Abri. And take your little demon spawn with you.”

“Aww. Unkie Remy. I wanted to go to the park.”

“Blame your mother. She’s the ruiner of all things.”

“No.” I place a hand to his chest, struggling to breathe through the laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s okay.” Abri pushes from her chair, still chuckling. “I told Bishop we’d only be an hour, and that was two hours ago. We need to get back to D.C.”

I wipe away the happy tears streaming down my cheeks and turn to face Remy’s sister and niece who both smile at me—Abri with a knowing glint and Tilly with clueless exuberance.

“I’d thank you for the visit,” Remy mutters, “but that would require gratitude I currently lack.”

“Oh, stop it.” I nudge him in the ribs with my elbow, earning an umph and a tighter hold around my waist.

“Watch it or you’ll unlock a new kink,” he growls in my ear. “I think I might like it rough.”

My laughter dies as more heat floods my face… parts down south, too.

I may be swollen from his enthusiastic attention last night, but apparently that has no effect on the rabid hunger of my libido.

“Out,” he snaps again.

Tilly whimpers and rushes around the table, throwing her arms around Remy’s thigh. “Bye, Unkie Remy.”

He releases me with a frown and stumbles backward, shaking his leg as if trying to dislodge a humping dog.

“Remy,” I say, aghast.

“Don’t take any notice of him,” Abri murmurs as she comes to stand beside me, rolling her eyes as Tilly giggles against her uncle’s thigh, having the ride of her life. “They have a theatrical relationship. They play-fight and mock each other all the time. I’m sure showing affection through sarcasm and ridicule will affect her later in life, but for now, it’s a dynamic they both need.” She shrugs. “And apart from Bishop, nobody makes her smile like he does.”

She turns to me, her expression thoughtful. “I feel slightly ill saying this—” Her voice is almost a whisper. “—But my brother is a great guy. This brother,” she clarifies. “Not the middle one. He’s got a few screws loose.”

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