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“The woman carrying your child requests that you get her pizza.”

Jules gives me a bemused glance.

“I do?”

“You do,” I assure her. “Or chinese? Maybe greek?”

Remi observes our play-by-play with growing exasperation. Already he’s closing down the programs he had running and logging out of his accounts.

“I could do with some tacos,” she finally concedes.

Her cheeks are pink, and she nibbles on her bottom lip while her hands rub circles over her swelling abdomen. I follow the movement with my eyes, well aware that Remi is watching her with a soft smile gracing his face.

“Just—” he turns back to me, digging his forefinger and thumb into his eye sockets. “Just out of curiosity. Is there a reason why I’m being gotten rid of? Because you’re about as subtle as a bumblebee on crack, J.”

Oh. I thought I was doing so well, too.

“Because we want to talk about you behind your back, obviously.”

“I want no part in this!” Julia insists. She raises her hands and leans away, trying to put as much space between her and me as possible. Then she lets her hands fall limply back into her lap and bats her eyes up at Remi. “Though…” she hedges. Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. “I am hungry, and that little place on the corner, you know the one—it has creamed-filled churros, and that red fruity drink, and the queso, oh!” she adds, gaining enthusiasm. “For sure, queso and salsa, maybe an extra bag of chips to munch on later. It does sound wonderful. If you don’t mind?”

Remi huffs and rolls his eyes, and just like that, I’ve won. He folds his laptop and slides it back into its sleeve before pushing up from the chair.

“Be a good boy about it,” I pledge, and it’s my turn to bat my eyes, “and I’ll let you choose which of my holes you get to come in tonight.”

He barks an amused burst of laughter and leans down for a kiss.

“Your mouth,” he teases me sinfully. He presses his thumb between my lips, and I suck on it like a toddler with a loli. “It’s always going to be your mouth.”

Huh?

Julia laughs at my confused expression, and Remi takes the opportunity to free himself from my suction and moves to kiss her next.

“Is there an issue with my ass?” I ask petulantly.

“Now you’ve done it,” Julia snorts. “He’s going to be checking out his butt in the mirror for the rest of the day.”

“I feel like I should be offended!” I snap my MacBook shut. “My ass is spectacular. You should feel privileged I even give you the opportunity to touch it. It’s like a gift from God, this thing.”

I follow Rem back into the living room and stand in front of where he sits to put on his shoes. I slap my ass in front of him.

“Look at it! It’s as if Julia sculpted it herself. Why wouldn’t you want to come in my ass?”

I don’t bother to step away when he stands up, so we’re back to chest, cock to ass, basically standing on top of each other when he rises to his full height. He takes my ass in both of his massive fists and squeezes until my toes curl. Then keeping his touches rough, he drags his palms up until my hips are in his hands, and he pulls me back against his crotch.

I will not hump him like a dog in heat. I will not hump him like a dog in heat….

“Because,” he husks into my ear. He drags his tongue down the curve before nosing his way up my jawline. “When you’re on your knees with my dick down your throat is the only time your mouth stops moving.”

Julia nips in amused laughter, and the next thing I know, I’ve been shoved down on the couch again while Remi is calling out that he’ll be back in a few.

Somehow I don’t think I won that interaction.

But—

My gaze whips to find Jules grinning with amusement, still watching where Remi disappeared from view.

“By my counting we have thirty minutes until he gets back. Spill it, lady.”

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