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Maverick's fingers lingered on my skin, and I resisted the urge to shiver as they dropped down to the small of my back.

"Tallulah--" he began, his voice sounding choked, but I immediately moved away and didn't look back.

"Thanks!" I chirped. "It's so nice that we can still be friends."

I thought I heard a startled and unhappy grunt, but I didn't stop to investigate it, just went upstairs, checking in on the kids as I headed to my bedroom. They were all sleeping soundly after their day at the zoo and I shut my own door firmly.

Then I lay on my bed, my auburn hair pooling around me, and I texted Maverick's coworker James.

Hey handsome

CHAPTER 6

Maverick

Iwas fucking fuming in the kitchen.

Since fuckingwhendid Tallulah look at me like that? With utter contempt and indifference? My friends and family had always said she was the perfect wife: great body, beautiful, loved sex, never turned me down, amazing cook, wonderful mother, kind, generous.

Even my parents, who were a pair of notoriously bitchy and snobby French professors, loved her.

Shit, I reminded myself, running my hands through my hair,I'd have to tell them soon, wouldn't I?

I thought I'd be supportingherthrough this divorce. Letting her cry on my shoulder. Gently convincing her that it was better this way. After all, we really didn't have much in common, did we? All this back to nature shit she was into was ridiculous. She had always been an amazing cook, but doing shit like harvesting your own birdseed and hand-weaving your own toilet paper was dumb as fuck.

Amanda was right that I wasn’t being appreciated at home, that I deserved someone my intellectual equal.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see that it was Amanda herself.

Everyone asleep?she texted.

Want to call me? Look at what I'm wearing

A picture appeared on my screen. Amanda lying in her bed in black silk lingerie and high heels, her back arched, her thighs spread open so I could see her shaved pussy laid open in front of me.

But I was too pissed-off at Tallulah to respond, and I jammed the phone in my pocket and headed up the stairs two at a time.

Tallulah's door was shut and I went and rattled the doorknob, as loudly as I could without risking waking the kids.

"Open this door!" I hissed at her.

When she didn't answer I rattled the doorknob again, tapping rapidly with my knuckles so she couldn't ignore me.

"I'm not fucking going away!" I warned her, and when she finally opened it, she gave me a big yawn, like she'd been sleeping.

Tallulah’s hair was falling down all over her shoulders in messy auburn curls, and she was wearing a tiny silk nightie that barely covered her ass.

“We need to talk,” I growled at her. I had never seen this nightie before, and it was so sheer I could see the outline of her heavy, lush breasts, the pert little nipples showing so clearly I could see the dusky pink color on each one.

"Go to sleep, you moron!" she said. "If you wake up the kids I am literally going to skin you alive."

"Tallulah--" I began again, grabbing her arm, but she wasn't as sleepy as I thought, immediately kicking me in the shins.

"Hands off, Maverick!" she snapped, her eyes blazing at me.

"I just want to talk--" I started, but she cut me off again.

"If this is about Austin, no, I'm not talking about it. He's younger, he's hotter, he can fuck longer than you. Get over it. Now go to bed or I'll call him back for round two."

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