Page 178 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Harper’s busy moaning against my lips, clinging to me, already knowing exactly what’s coming next.

Because now?

Now, I get to take my wife to the cabin I rented on the other side of the lake.

And this time?

There’s nowhere for her to hide.

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HARPER

Igive Ford a look.

A “we can’t leave yet, you maniac” look.

I don’t have to say it out loud.

Fordknows.

But does hecare?

Not even a little.

I sip my champagne, watching him from across the room, pretending not to notice the way he’s glaring at me like he’s one second away from launching across the table and dragging me out of here.

Like he’s waiting for an excuse.

I cross my legs slowly, just to see what he’ll do.

His jaw ticks.

I bite back a smirk, lifting my glass to my lips.

He’s been on edge all night.

Because of me.

Because of this dress.

Because of the way I’ve been toying with him.

Because he hates waiting for anything.

Especiallyme.

Jake groans. "Jesus Christ, Harper. Can you stop torturing him?"

I glance at him innocently. "Who, me?"

He snorts. "Yeah. You. The woman who just married the world’s most possessive man and is currently watching him become completely unhinged."

I grin. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Jake just shakes his head. "You’re a menace."

I glance over at Connor, expecting him to jump into the conversation.

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