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And there’s really nothing like watchinghimwatchmeas we make love outside.

I take a deep breath. My chest heaves, grating my swollen breasts against his rock-hard body. “What about the other part?”

“What other part?”

“The making babies part?”

“Oh, I fully plan on tossing your birth control pills into the trash can as soon as the sun rises.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yep. Any objections from you?”

I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Before he can fully appreciate the sight before him, I tug his face down to my cleavage. Knowing what I want, he immediately takes my puckered nipple in his mouth. I buck against him, tangling my fingers into his light brown hair.

I whisper. Two sweet words.

“Game on.”

Chapter 45

CRUTCH

I never really understood the suggestive meaning of ‘little black dress’ until Lulu walked down the stairs tonight. She’s wearing this sleeveless thing that subtly showcases her plump cleavage and blatantly showcases her mile-long longs. Her waves are piled high on top of her head, and her dangling pearl earrings draw attention to her neck, calling to me, making me want to mark her with a thousand hickeys to tell everyone she’s mine.

But I don’t have to do that.

I know she’s mine.

She’s wearing my ring.

But there is one thing I hate about tonight—she’s not fullyMy Lulu.

She’s the one I met on the back porch all those years ago. The one with the stiff back, squared shoulders, and nose poked high in the air. The Lulu who blandly talks about the weather and the stock market. The Lulu who fake-smiles and nods once when asked a question. That damn single nod used to drive me ape-shit crazy.

I ignore the mindless chatter of the buxom blonde in front of me and scan the crowd, searching for Lulu. My heart skips a beat when I see her in the corner of the room, chatting with a small group of people. Sensing me, she turns her head and immediately catches my eye. The gorgeous smile on her face fades the second the blonde reaches over and whispers in my ear. Lulu’s jaw tenses in anger, and her eye roll is so dramaticI fear she might faint. Good thing she isn’t close enough to actually hear what this woman just asked me.

There’s a very good possibility I could be arrested in at least ten states if I actually perform the action this stranger just suggested.

Lifting my eyebrows, I hold my left hand in front of her face, wiggling my ring finger. The black wedding band catches the light in just the right way. “Sorry. Married.”

Actually, I’m not sorry at all.

Biting her lip, the blonde shrugs and bats her fake eyelashes. I keep waiting for one to fall off and land in her champagne. “Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

“It bothers his wife.” Lulu wraps a possessive hand around my bicep.

Sneaky little minx.

Scowling, the woman turns on her heels and walks away, searching for her next prey.

Chuckling under my breath, I slide my arms around her waist. “How long have you been waiting to say that line?”

She smirks. “Since I was seventeen and met you on a porch.” She shakes her head. “These women act like we’re at a bachelorette party.” She pulls away, slowly looking up and down my body, studying me. Her simple gaze makes me feel like a damn sexual warrior.

Snorting, she frowns. “And you.”

I throw my hands in the air, laughing. “What about me?”

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