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I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her face to me. We stare at each other for one second, and then I press my mouth to hers.

“Then that’s what you get, Layla,” I say against her lips.

Turning us around, I cage her between my body and the sheets. Her legs wrap around my hips as I fuck her deep and slow. Our lips move in a perfect sync.

Everything with her is better than I could’ve imagined. Even the things I had experience with.

Nothing I did in the past matters. No one matters.

There’s just this woman, her pussy, and I’m a fucking goner.

She’s my Queen, and I’ll never stop worshiping her.

Chapter 38

Little Helpers

LAYLA

Now, April

Wakingup wrapped in Clay’s arms might be my favorite thing ever, especially since it’s not something that happens very often during hockey season. I learned how to cherish every minute we spend together, always finding new ways to have fun and never feel bored. But some days, it’s all about slow mornings, staying in bed for a while, talking, or cuddling while Maya is still asleep.

It’s all about the happiness that has laced my life and tied it with his.

I hope for good because I’m a little bit obsessed with my man.

Or more than a little bit.

“Mommy!” The door opens with a bang, and I abruptly sit up in bed. My slow morning has been flushed down the toilet because Maya decided it’s time for all of us to wake up.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I rub my eyes, finally focusing my attention on her. She stands in the doorframe in her pink PJs, her hair a morning mess.

“Someone is knocking on the door.”

That gets Clay to sit up in bed. He seems even more bewildered than I was a few moments ago.

“Someone at the door?” he asks, sounding muffled. His big palm is pressed to his mouth as he hides his yawn.

“Yeah.” Maya nods and lowers her gaze to her feet. That’s when I really look at her, sweeping my gaze over her body. She has one of her hands behind her back, and I think I know what I’ll find there.

With a sigh, I toss the blanket aside and stand up from the bed. I stomp over to her and extend my hand, staring at her expectantly. She pouts, annoyed with me.

“Maya,” I say sternly.

“I wanted play.” She puts my phone in my outstretched palm. I unlock the screen, and my insides churn—I’m fucking mortified. It’s almost 11:00 a.m.

“Maya!” I rush to the walk-in closet, change into a white tee and denim overalls, and barrel out of the room.Shit, shit, shit!I’m going to have a big talk with her today because this is unacceptable.

Swinging the front door open, I’m met with two delivery guys staring at me like I’m some sort of ghost.

“I’m so, so sorry.” I storm out of the house, round them, and stalk down the stairs, heading to the garage. “My kid turned off all my alarms—she was trying to play.”

“No worries, ma’am,” one of the guys drawls.

Everything’s going to be all right, Layla. It’s a little hiccup. You still have time to finish your work, I tell myself, controlling my facial expression.

“We’re here to help.” The guy smiles.

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