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Especially when said villain has an infatuation with my petite blanket currently draped over me.

At the first cry of one of the kids, Emmy jumps off the couch and begins to, I don’t know, sprint to check in on one of them, and I grip her by the wrist and pull her back on the couch.

“Emmy,” I mutter against her temple when she’s in my lap. “ I’ve been up this whole time. Nothing is wrong.”

Her chest heaves panicked breaths as she attempts to calm herself down, staring at the second bedroom that Mills has the twins in. The condo is now quiet, and Emmy somewhat relaxes into me.

“Is it okay if I have Kyson look over the will?” I ask her. “He had some experience with it when his grandmother died.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Did you read it?”

She shakes her head, still staring ahead. “No.”

“Emmy.”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.” Slowly, she cranes her neck and exhaustion is painted all over her features. “Straddle my lap.” Without hesitation, she does, her chin bowed into her chest to look at me.

Emmy is one of the strongest people I know. I just need her to get through this for me so she can be herself again.

The twins need her, and so do I, but I don’t want to see her constantly looking over her shoulder. I don’t want her to be scared of what bumps in the night because I won’t let them get there.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

I lean forward, supporting her back to stay pressed into my chest. “Kiss me.”

Her lips fall to mine in a chaste and innocent kiss that I take full advantage of. I nudge her mouth wider as I slip my tongue inside. Her scent surrounds and soaks into this moment.

Moments before this.

Times where it was just the two of us and the only problem we had, was keeping ourselves safe. We were enemies and lovers enraptured by the need of one and the strength of the other. We’d protect each other at all cost, rip the world to shreds, but we did more harm than good when our hearts beat and wanted to mix in the same rhythm.

I palm Emmy’s ass in my hands and she bites down on my lower lip. Her silence signals that she likes and wants more.

Thing is, I promised Mills I wouldn’t fuck Emmy on any surface of his condo. Even after I did, in fact, threaten to break his arms if he didn’t let me have the twins.

The fabric of Emmy’s dress rides up her body, allowing my fingertips to feel the rough material of lace as she begins to pull it over her head.

“I told your best friend I wouldn’t stick my dick in you while we were here.”

Emmy begins a trail of kisses along the scruff of my facial hair. “And you’re listening to him?”

I mean, he did lie to me and made me believe he fucked my wife.

Thanks to my wife.

“I’ve been wanting you to take me all day,” she whispers, latching her lips around the column of my throat. “Can we just for a minute?”

A pained moan escapes my lips, but I’m not dumb enough to know that it won’t be for just a minute.

Why are you listening to Mills again?

Because he could walk in his damn place at any minute.

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