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My man walks in, too.

Blond, hot, beyond sexy. The kind idiots call a fuck boy if they don’t know him. I call him that to rile him because there’s nothing as erotically nasty as a riled-up Rush.

Especially when I’ve no idea who might win the battle to be top.

And I don’t even care if he lets me win sometimes.

Rush pauses, gaze darting between me and Violet, but I win. Not that it’s a competition.

He slides his hands into my back pockets, pulling me flush against him. “Stealing Violet?”

I kiss him, a long slow kiss edged with sex, as I grind in against his rapidly growing hard on.

He backs me into a corner and lifts me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around him. I love being up this high, face to face, his cock against my pussy, even if we’re not going to do anything.

“Rose asked me to hold her.” I smile, biting his throat. “She likes me.”

“That kid just likes your tits. I like your tits.” He kisses me. “Wanna make a baby?”

“Hell no, Rush.”

Maybe.

One day.

“Okay, fine, but at least wear your rings out on display.”

I slide my arms around his neck as I rub up and down on him. “You can feel me up if you like.”

“Baby, I’m always wanting to feel you up.”

He pulls out the chain around my neck that has my wedding and engagement ring on it.

“Close enough,” he mutters. “How’s Brutus?”

“Flirting with the waitress.” Then, I groan as he dips a hand between my thighs, up along my skin to pull my panties aside so he can push two fingers in.

I’ve gained an appreciation for dresses, even wore one for the town hall wedding in New York. Because, if you’re gonna do it, you have to do it there. Long lines, tired couples, an old, old Irish bar down a crooked street for the reception? Fucking perfection.

The bride wore vintage shopped items. The groom, a thirty-thousand-dollar three-piece suit. He told me the designer, I forgot because it’s meaningless. He looked divine, that’s all that mattered.

And? Rose and her friend Genius walked me down the aisle. Or across to where the officiant was. Nikolai and my brother were witnesses.

I loved every moment. He got me some gorgeous earrings and nipple rings because I did have the day commemorated. Ahead of time, but still…

I got him a cock ring.

I had that engraved property of Jessie.

“Bunny’s is looking good. It’s got a special place,” he says, his fingers moving slow in and out. Suddenly he grins. “I’m going to make you come.”

“There’s a baby in here!”

“In the corner.”

“Rush, Nikolai will know.”

“Well, you’re not having him finger you.”

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