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I scoff. “Not even close. In fact, the only time she looked really afraid was when she heard someone coming and asked me to duck into the closet, and I waited there until he was gone. ItwasMr. Royale. But he never saw me.”

“And I thought he was at the office.”

“I think he has an office in the house. But if he was there, I didn’t see a hint of him.”

“I can’t believe he told them he chased you out of the house. Why the hell would he want you to be arrested?”

I replay the exchange in my head. “When I was in the closet, I heard him say he was going to meet Noah and that he’d pick up lunch from a place called Louise’s or something. When I walkedout of the house less than ten minutes later, no one shouted after me. There wasn’t a car in the driveway when I left again.”

“How did he know you were there?”

“I don’t know, but I’d bet money he’s got hidden cameras in her room.” In my practice, I’ve met men who are polite, respected, successful, and coddle their wives, but only to control them. I don’t think she could leave even if she wanted to. I yawn and roll my neck to try and loosen the tension. “I know you want to listen to the recording on my phone, but I’m exhausted and don’t really want to hear it all again.”

“I understand. Come on, we’ll get back to this in the morning.” He drapes an arm over my shoulder. “You okay?”

“No.” I lift my head up and look up at him. He smiles down, and the wear and tear of a long day have left shadows under his eyes. “Scratch that. Today sucked. It hurt. But at the end of it, I’m standing here, holding your hand. So, I’m more than okay…I think I might just be the luckiest person I know.”

“Hi, baby, do you miss us?”Omar coos at Beat through the FaceTime call with Dominic, who’s keeping her for us while we are away.

“She missesme.She’s used to you being gone,” I tease.

“No way. That’s my girl, isn’t she? We bonded, didn’t we, Be?” He nuzzles the phone like it’s the cat’s face.

“Okay, that’s enough. If Jodi sees me over here talking on the phone with this cat in front of my face, she’ll never let me hear the end of it. And all she does is lie in the window like she’s trying to get a tan and eat. She won’t even play with me.”

“That’s what cats do, Dom. And they don’t play with random humans.”

“Well, you two have spoiled this cat. I’m giving you one more week and then I’m calling one of those boarding places.”

“We’ll be back in less than a week. Thank you for watching her.”

As soon as the call disconnects, I pull the phone out of Omar’s hand and toss it to the cushions along the window seat. Dom called just as Omar was getting out of the shower. He’s completely dry now, but he’s still got his towel wrapped around his waist. He grabs the bottle of Jergens by the bed and starts to slather it all over himself. And while he does, I kneel between his spread thighs and tug his towel out of the way. I hold my hand out for him to pump some of the lotion into it.

His dick is already semi hard when I wrap a lubricated hand around it and open my mouth over the crown.

“Oh, Jules. Your mouth. I could live there,” he groans and runs his palm over the curve of my head and down to the center of my back.

I circle the broad head with my tongue and then suck just the tip the way I know he likes. I wrap my hand around the shaft, and he covers it with his. I suck and stroke until I taste his salty pre-cum. I get to my feet. “I want to ride you until I come.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it. Don’t get impatient and flip me over,” I warn.

“I won’t. I promise.” He makes the sign of the cross over his heart.

I let my robe fall to the ground and straddle his thighs, drape my arms over each shoulder, and gaze into his eyes. “I love you.”

His eyes blaze with so much tenderness, and he kisses me hard and deep while his fingers stroke my pussy. “My girl. Always ready,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Always,” I repeat and grip his steel-hard, velvet soft dick again and glide down, slowly but as easily as rain melts sugar, until he’s seated inside me to the hilt. He grips my ass andspreads my cheeks, and I start to move my hips, up and down, rolling and grinding and fucking my man until I find the right rhythm.

“My baby. I can’t get enough of you, love you so fucking much.” His voice is strained, but those words do something to me that feels too good to actually be good for me. But I don’t even care. I close my eyes and let my body take over.

The first spasm of my climax makes my eyes snap open. “Oh, yeah. I’m coming, baby.”

He lowers his head and laps at the tips of my nipples. “I love that so much,” I sob at the intensity of the pleasure.

“I know you do.” He does it again and again and again until I’m teetering on the edge of my climax.