Page 104 of Angel

“But the other kids aren’t.” I nod toward the kiddie table.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ariana waves away my concern. “They’ve heard so much worse.”

Under the table, Rhys squeezes my thigh. “You don’t need Mario. You’ve got us.”

I gaze into his eyes, lightly lined today, with shimmering pink makeup on the lids. “Yeah, I do.”

After brunch, Sabrina stays a bit longer to do mom stuff with Ariana while Rhys and I drive back to my place.

It’s not a long drive and Rhys takes the few minutes to check the notifications on his phone.

“Oh my god.” Rhys shakes his head with a laugh. “Sebastian’s trying to get a sponsorship deal with the shoe brand. You know, the boots I wore for our second video? Apparently, fans have been tagging the brand when posting about the video and now they want to discuss things with us.”

I only understood about half of that, but from the way Rhys is smiling, I assume it’s good news. “That’s great!”

“Sebastian’s always doing these business-y things.” Rhys rolls his eyes.

“He’s good at them.” I would know, considering the money he keeps sending me from the two videos we’ve done. Sebastian wants to make more with me and Rhys. I haven’t decided yet, but if I do, I’ll have the second mortgage paid off in no time.

I pull into the driveway and shut off the engine. “Hold on.”

I jump out of the truck and rush around to open Rhys’s door for him.

“You know you don’t have to do that every time, right?” he says, turning to face me.

“I know.”

He smiles at me, eyes dancing in the bright winter sun, then leans in to give me a kiss. He tastes like tomatoes and honey, and a whimper escapes me as our tongues tangle together.

Behind me, a door opens and we both jump apart. Mama’s standing there, glaring at us. Rhys and I freeze.

Even though he’s been coming over a lot, Rhys has managed to avoid Mama when coming and going. He hasn’t been to another Sunday dinner yet—I don’t want to put him through that again. This is the first time they’re seeing each other since the wedding.

“What are you doing standing out in the cold?” she snaps at us. “At least go inside before you start taking off your clothes.” Then she slams the door shut.

Rhys and I exchange a look.

“Was that… did she just…?”

I glance back at the door, but it doesn’t have any answers. “I’ve got no clue. But I think she’s right.”

I help Rhys out of the truck and we rush upstairs, giggling like kids. We don’t stop until we’re tumbling onto the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind us.

“If you get a sponsorship deal with the shoe company, does that mean you’ll get all the shoes you want?” I ask breathlessly between kisses.

Rhys pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes. His hands are on either side of my face and I’m sure he can feel the heat in my ears.

“Probably,” he answers, voice husky with a note of teasing. “Why do you ask?”

I feign innocence. “They have cool shoes.”

His elegant eyebrow arches. “That’s it? No other reason?”

“Nope.” I press my lips together, trying to hold back my grin. But I’m awful at lying, even when it’s just for fun, and finally break out in giggles.

Rhys flips us over so I’m on my back and he’s straddling me. Our favorite position. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to make sure this sponsorship happens.”

My dick hardens against Rhys’s bum.

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