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“I’ll get him,” I said.

“No, I’ll get him.” She climbed off the bed and threw her shoes in the closet. “You fluff yourself and keep it hard.”

I chuckled as she padded out of the room, just panties on, and I headed into the bathroom.

“Babe!” I heard through the monitor. “Little Cut’s decided it’s paint with poo time. I need backup.”

I shook my head and made my way to Cutter’s room, starting the bath on the way.

Fucking my wife into oblivion was going to have to wait.

* * *

Trouble

My phone buzzed at about eleven P.M., and when I saw it was Minus, I almost ignored it. Almost.

“Hey, Prez,” I said.

“You can go.”

“What?”

“You got my blessing,” Minus said. “But I’m gonna tell you what I just told Taxi. I’m not bailing your ass out of any shit he gets you stuck in the middle of. The two of you are on your own. We’ll discuss how and when you return to the club when he’s done with his secret mission.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Minus hung up and I bit my lip.

Well, shit.

“Who was that?” Doozer asked.

God, I was so not ready to burst our love bubble. We’d had the best night in bed with ice cream and all the toppings that eventually ended up all over us instead of in our bowls. We’d just gotten out of the shower and I was hoping for another few hours of his magic dick.

“Minus. He wants me to look at a bike tomorrow,” I lied.

“Right on,” Doozer said, lifting me off my feet. “Time to get you dirty again.”

“No more chocolate sauce in the puss,” I begged. “That shit’s hard to get out of the vag.”

“I’ll just have to do a better job of licking it all up.”

I shivered, leaning down to kiss him. “Okay, honey, have at it.”

He grinned and dropped me gently on the bed, his face moving between my legs, kissing one thigh, then the other.

He ran his tongue through my folds and hummed in surprise. “I don’t taste chocolate anymore, baby. I think we got it all.”

He reached for the chocolate syrup still on the nightstand, dripping a little on his fingertip and smearing in on my mound. He then licked it off and I gasped, arching into his touch.

“You wanna change your opinion about the chocolate?” Doozer teased.

I sat up slightly and held my hand out. “Give me the bottle.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s my turn.” I slid off the mattress and knelt in front of Doozer. I wrapped my mouth around his dick and sucked gently.

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