Page 81 of Overtime

“Your golden tongue is going to get me in so much trouble one day,” she breathes as she sets her laptop on the nightstand then relaxes back against the mattress. Her mouth is saying no, but the glimmer in her eyes is begging for it.

A stupid grin stretches my cheeks. “You love my golden tongue.”

“Prove it.”

She says that like it’s a hardship for me. It really isn’t. I prove it for hours until our son interrupts for his middle-of-the-night feeding.

Watching Amira transition from lover to mother never ceases to amaze me. While I fumble the ball and can’t hold him until I’ve cleaned up, she eases from writhing beneath me to cradling him at her breast without batting an eyelash.

“Stop thinking about it,” she murmurs as she kisses his shock of black hair.

“I can’t,” I admit. “I know you say it’s perfectly natural, and he’s a byproduct of sex, but…” An uncontrollable shudder races down my spine. “It’s weird.”

Amira raises a too-entertained eyebrow at me. “And yet you want to trick your friends into believing we would like a polyamorous relationship with them. How common, I wonder, is it for that to involve three men and three women? Isn’t is usually three people, whether male-male-female or male-female-female?”

My ploy has clearly had the intended effect. “You can’t stop thinking about it now, can you?”

“No.” She shakes her head, her gaze far away like it is when she’s really chewing on something in her mind. “It is intriguing.”

I swear Anthony winks at me from his spot, suckling away at his mother’s breast. Suddenly, the idea of even pretending to share my family with anyone else curdles my stomach. Sure, free babysitters I trust aren’t ever a bad thing, but this is my son and my wife. “You know what? You’re probably right. Pranking them with something that monumental might create bad blood. I’ll come up with something else.”

The most gorgeous smile lights up Amira’s face. “Do not be so hasty to dismiss your idea. We can absolutely pull this off. We are secure in our marriage. Besides, you think of Mike and Rob as your brothers. Don’t you want to be certain their marriages are as strong as ours? Think of it less like a prank, and more like a service.”

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

She’s got that scary glint in her eyes. The one that makes me excited, gets me thinking dirty thoughts. I’m used to it. I enjoy it, but the poor Falls and Mitchells have no idea what they’ll be walking into next week.

The thought makes me smile.

This is going to be epic.

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