Page 36 of Target

“I’m Kohen, Mads’s boyfriend. Why, who are you? How do you know my woman?” Target’s voice is gruff, deep, and my nipples tingle from the sound.

Oh, God. What does he sound like when he is fucking?

Shit, I should not be thinking about that right now.

Wayne huffs an unhumorous laugh. “She doesn’t like being called ‘Mads’.” His smug look makes me want to hit him with a rack of baby ribs right to the face.

“She likes it when I call her Mads, don’t you, baby?”

Looking up at him, I smile and nod. “I do. Just you though, honey,” I add on at the end.

“Fuck, you know I like it when you call me ‘honey’.” To my surprise he leans down, covering my mouth with his, before his tongue slips across the seam of my lips. He’s asking for me to open up to him, which I do obviously, I mean who wouldn’t want this man’s tongue inside of them, or any part of this man inside of them.

Fuck, I am getting hot and flustered.

He growls low in his throat, breaking the kiss.

“I need to get my woman home, I need me some of this,” Target mutters as he kisses my neck.

My eyes flutter closed, as his lips press to my skin.

“Fucking hell, Madalyn, we are in public. You were never like this with me,” Wayne hisses.

My eyes flash open, and I look between him and his girlfriend. She looks pissed at him for whining about our relationship, but Wayne is glaring at Target and me.

I feel Target tense next to me, and looking at him, I see him glaring at my ex.

“So you are the ex.” Target pulls to full height, keeping me close, his hand still on my hip.

“So, what of it?” Wayne puffs out his chest, which makes him look ridiculous.

He is no small man, but he is a wimp when it comes to confrontation. He is just under six-foot and has some muscle from the tennis that he plays but that is it.

“Nothing, my guy. I was going to thank you for fucking up, because now she is mine. I think I lucked out here.”

Wayne blinks at the words that Target uses, because it is what he just said to me minutes before.

“Wayne, we were never a good fit and I am sorry that it took me a while to work it out. You were always at work, yet blamed me for not having time for you. You would come home smelling of perfume, and now I know why.” I nod to his girl. “You would cancel dinner plans even though you knew I was already at the restaurant. So do not play the victim here; I broke things off because I was at the end of trying with you. And you proved me right when as soon as I ended things, you ran to your side piece.”

“I am not his side piece, I am his fiancée, the mother of his child,” she snaps at me, making me laugh.

“No, now you are not his side piece, but then you were. I am sorry, but while he was sleeping with you, he was still sleeping with me,” I inform her, making her gasp.

Her angry gaze swings to my ex, she slaps him across his stomach.

“You told me she was not giving it up to you.” Anger and pain fill her voice and I almost feel sorry for her, but she chose to be with him knowing he was with me.

“Baby, she is lying. I swear it was only you I was fucking,” he begs, cupping her stomach.

I scoff, then Wayne swings his angry gaze toward me.

“You just fucking had to make things shit for me again, didn’t you? You can’t get a man of your own, so you have to ruin things for me?” he snaps.

Target steps forward an inch, making my ex’s eyes widen in fear.

“Watch you fucking mouth, motherfucker. You ruined shit for yourself when you stuck your no doubt pencil dick in her while still with Mads. I am her man, fuckface. So if you want to meet your new baby with all of your teeth in your head, I suggest that you fuck off now.” I shiver at the tone of Target’s voice.

I know that I should not be turned on by him threatening bodily harm to my ex, but damn, my panties are wet.

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