Page 172 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Allie sighs again. "You’re a menace."

"And you love me for it," I chirp.

She mutters something about needing a drink, and before I can respond, the door to the closetburstsopen.

A large, very pissed off, unhinged man fills the space.

My heart stops.

The air shifts around me.

Ford doesn’t say a word.

He just stands there, radiating pure, deadly energy.

His jaw ticks.

His fingers flex at his sides like he’s seconds from wrapping them around my throat.

His chest rises and falls, his breathing heavy and controlled.

Justbarely.

He looks like he’s about to break something.

Me.

He’s about to break me.

Oh, fuck.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

My heart races.

And my pussy clenches around nothing.

I squeeze my thighs together, my panties already soaked from the murderous look on his face.

A slow, wicked grin curls my lips.

I’m in so much trouble!

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FORD

Ishould’ve known my menace of a wife wouldn’t make today easy for me.

That she’d find some way to push me.

To test me and make me snap.

And now?

She’shiding.

Fromme.

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