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"Oh! This is a good one," Kaz says, handing the book in question to me. “I think you'll enjoy it, especially the part where the two Daddies finally convince the Little that they're looking for a third to complete their relationship."

He says that—all casual-like. Then, he grabs my hands and casually pulls me up as if I don't weigh more than he does. Afterthat, he leans forward, kisses me on the cheek and waves at me as he leaves the shop. "See you at home, sugarplum."

What the hell is my life right now?

five

Spunky

Kaz

"Pudding pie, I'm tellingyou... she's definitely ready for it." It's a struggle to keep the annoyance from my voice, but Brennan is just pissing me off with his reluctance. We've been in love with our damn sexy neighbour since she moved in. She's the perfect complement for us. Everything about her matches us. Especially those deliciously thick, juicy thighs of hers. This morning when she had her coochie in my face, and those thighs were threatening to suffocate me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The last time I was that hard that quickly was when I'd first met Brennan, and he pretty much stuck his hand down my pants.

"She sat in this lounge and stuck her fingers in her ears, refusing to talk to us. Do you think she's ready to discuss thatyou and I are in an open relationship and are interested in dating her?"

"Yes."

He huffs out an annoyed breath. "And you think Zelda won't run screaming out of the building when you tell her you want to watch her crawl around on the floor with a pacifier in her mouth?"

"Yup."

This time, he rolls his eyes at me.

I'm feeling less annoyed now—nothing like pissing off the love of my life to brighten my mood.

"Kaz," he bites out.

My lips spread into a huge smile at the exasperation in his tone. "Oh, sparky, you're too easy."

He growls in response, so I quickly hold my hands up in defence.

"Cool your jets, big guy. I'll explain," I start, sitting back in the loveseat, patting the spot next to me. He knows me well enough to realise he won't get anything out of me until he sits down.

"As you know, she slipped out to the DNF bookshop today. I stopped by here to see if she wanted lunch and found her note. Thinking I could seduce her into grabbing something with me in town, I followed her down, only to have her run into me and drop her book haul. You wouldn't guess what she was buying."

I pause for effect, and a huge laugh bursts free when he leans forward threateningly.

"Indulging Their Little."

He stares at me, completely unblinking. He needs me to start the fire for him.

"You know... the book I read to you the last time you were stuck in a hospital bed after that bad fire. The one with the two Daddies, the Dom and the Little girl?"

Realisation lights up his face, and the beautiful grin there is just another reminder of why I find my husband so damn sexy, even when he's being dumb.

Ever the pragmatist and pessimist, he proceeds to be persistent. "Who says she's not just trying a new book?"

My head falls back against the loveseat as I let out an exasperated breath.

"Her bed, right now, is littered with stuffed bears. Zelda can't be trusted to feed herself on a good day and has a closet full of onesies. What do you want? A signed agreement that she's in the lifestyle?"

Brennan's hand slips up my thigh and slowly moves closer to the sleeping snake in my pants. "I mean," he whispers into my ear before pinching the lower lobe between his teeth, "It wouldn’t hurt."

He sucks on the soft skin between my ears and shoulder, probably leaving another fucking hickey when his fingers finally reach their destination.

The sleeping snake is no longer sleeping. Instead, the one-eyed anaconda is spitting and ready for someone to try to tame it.

It shouldn't surprise me that this man can still get my engine roaring with barely any effort, but it does. Not that I'm complaining about it.

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