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“Slow, baby. I’ve been dreaming about this for way too fucking long. Want to last.”

I can’t go slow, though. My body is buzzing with the need to come, and with the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through me, I can’t help but slurp and suck faster, torturing him as I chase my own orgasm.

“Oh, my dirty girl can’t slow down, huh? You going to come with your husband’s fat cock in your mouth? Going to squirt all over the comforter like a dirty little slut?”

I cry out, the sound muffled as he thrusts deeper.

“Okay, Vicious.” He thrusts again and again in a smooth rhythm. “I’ll give it to you your way this time. Fast and hard.” His movements get more unsteady, the grip on my hair tighter. As he fucks my mouth, I imagine how I must look. Completely naked, humping the bed, being used to bring him pleasure. I’m pulled from that thought, my mind splintering from my body, as pleasure floods my system, and I come on a long, garbled moan.

“Yes, wife. Take what you’ve earned. Show me how beautiful you are as you break apart for me.”

And I do. I moan and gyrate, undulating my hips in time with my release until he swells in my mouth. When he comes on a curse, saying my name as he does, followed by a French expletive, I swear I’m the one who sees stars.

I’ve barely come down from my orgasm, and he’s still pulsing in my mouth when he pulls back and rounds the bed. “Get up here, Vicious,” he says, lying on his side of the bed. “Put that dripping pussy on my face and let me see how much you enjoyed that.”

The mouth on my husband.

Licking my lips, I blink up at him, willing my shaky limbs to obey.

But before I can, Scarlett cries out from her room.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I close my eyes and take in a steadying breath. This is good. We got carried away. I almost—god. “I’ll take care of her. You had a long night.”

Tyler jackknifes up and grabs my wrist before I can slip off the mattress. “Go get cleaned up,” he murmurs into my neck. “I’ve missedthe kids. Let me put Scar back to sleep. Let me take care of her, and then I’ll take care of you.”

With a gentle kiss, he’s gone.

I stay in that position, seated on the bed, naked and wondering what the hell just happened between us, for far too long.

TEXTS MESSAGES FROM AVA’S AND TYLER’S PHONES

Gavin: My office, 7 a.m. We’re figuring this shit out before we get on the plane to Philly.

Tyler: Yes, Coach. Sorry about tonight.

Gavin: Don’t say sorry. Fix it. Sara handled the video. You’re lucky. You won’t be so lucky next time.

Madi: Tyler, I’m hearing rumblings about a fight that occurred on the ice. Remember what I said—no fights. Call me.

Tyler: The Langfields handled it. I’ll call when I land in Philly.

Tyler: I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I promise.

Dad: Tyler, your stepmother is still very upset, and we don’t understand what’s going on. Xander is hurting. Weneed to fix this.

Tyler: Why don’t you ask Xander where he was on Christmas Eve when he abandoned Ava at my house. That might help with the confusion. She’s my wife. He can either get on board or get over it. I’m not apologizing for taking care of the woman he threw away.

Ava: Hi, sis. Sorry it’s been a few days since I texted. I can’t seem to get my head on straight. I’m so scared that I’m making a million mistakes. He’s probably going to break my heart, but I think maybe I’m falling for my husband…

TWENTY-NINE

TYLER

“So,uh, you want to play cards?” I sit next to Hall, wishing I was in Boston rather than Philly right about now. Leaving yesterday morning, after everything that has happened, was less than ideal.

Gavin lectured me first thing. Not only is Hall my teammate, he’s also Gavin’s brother-in-law. He barely mentioned him in our conversation, though. Our coach is too smart for that. No, he focused on the adoption. He knows where my priorities lie. He also knows what it takes to keep a kid with no blood relation. How each step has to be followed in just the right way, and how even then, nothing is guaranteed. And at our last game, I did everything wrong.

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