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I chuckle, lean to Damian’s ear, and whisper, “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Your drool said otherwise, Love. First the auction, now this. Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

I melt a tiny bit every time he calls me Love, but the thought of a reminder sends shivers of excitement through me.

Hendrix must be paying more attention than I realized. His hand slides over my butt cheek. It’s different than an ass grab, more exploratory.

“What’s gotten into you, Wifey? How dare you ogle another man while not wearing panties.”

Damian raises an eyebrow. “She better not ogle men, regardless of her panty situation.”

“Shh,” I hiss. “I most definitely cannot handle another man. It’s just that…” I make a tiny up-and-down motion with my finger. “Well, I’m not dead, plus I think he’s flirting with Scarlette.”

“Want me to intervene?” Hendrix asks, a protective tone frosting his words.

“No, don’t interfere. If this is a thing, my cousin’s one lucky girl.”

Growls come from both sides of me. My guys like to think I develop a blind spot when other men are near, but even if I was dead, there’s so much sizzle between Scarlette and the mystery man my heart would jolt back to life.

“That does it.” Hendrix steps behind the counter, snatches up a bag, and drops two of my favorite donuts in. It’s taken him no time at all to get used to one-handed maneuvering—the kind you do with baby-holding, not the porn kind.

Damian and I stare in awe. Scarlette offers to help but he shrugs her off.

Amorette, Scarlette’s little sister, enters and stops beside us—our moms were set on the ‘ette’ endings because they felt it made us sound more feminine.

“Why is Hendrix back there?” Amorette asks.

Before I can answer, which is fine because I’m not exactly sure what’s going on, Hendrix spins around and returns to us.

To my surprise, he addresses Amorette instead of me or Damian. “Are you busy?”

She glances at the clock on the wall. “I take over for Scarlette in five minutes.”

“Can you hold Daniella?”

Amorette’s already reaching for the pink bundle. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Yvette’s having trouble controlling her cravings. Mind if we use the office?”

My eyes pop wide open. Mortification sets in. Is he basically announcing…

He holds up the donut bag. “The new baby thing is tiring, you know, we never share a meal without someone holding the baby or listening to the monitor. We could use a few minutes for a treat.”

What’s wrong with me that I assumed we were going to have sex?

Amorette agrees, and Scarlette takes a break from her flirting to add that she doesn’t have to leave right away if we want to take more than a few minutes.

“Thanks, but this won’t take long.” Hendrix grabs a bunch of napkins and leads me to my former office. Damian hustles in behind us.

With the door closed and locked, Hendrix flops the bag on the desk and says, “Get undressed.”

Oh! My first thought about his intentions wasn’t wrong after all.

Damian sets the shopping bags aside and complies without question. I watch the two of them undress, humored at whatever he has planned.

My sex tingles and my nipples bead, prompting me to glance at the pile of napkins. We’re going to need them. I love breastfeeding our little one, but aside from Daniella’s cries, there’s nothing like an orgasm to make my milk come in—and spray out too.

“What are you propo—”

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