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“Ayla, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this,” I blurt out.

Both of them turn to look at me, but it’s Lux who says, “It’s okay. She’s been respectful, and I don’t mind sharing.”

“I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Lux shakes her head, but my daughter’s eyes are on me.

I shake my head. “I have a pot to stir. Dinner is almost ready. Ay, can you set the table?”

The minute I turn around, they giggle, and then they gasp.

“Is that Miss Sadya? She looks amazing.”

“She does,” Lux agrees. “Lauren always styles her to perfection. I love the draping in her gown. It’s the perfect ratio with the skirt split stopping at the knee. Remember what I told you about that?”

“Yes, if you show leg, don’t show too much cleavage and vice-versa.”

“Exactly.”

Twenty minutes later, we sit to eat.

“I’m so excited,” Lux says, looking around at the food. “I’ve heard awesome things about your rice bowl.”

I chuckle. “My negrita is biased.”

“I’m not,” Ay says, digging in.

Lux smiles at me. “I actually heard it from Bron too.” She tastes a spoonful and closes her eyes. “They were both right. This so good.”

My throat goes dry because I’ve seen that expression, and it has nothing to do with food.

“Thank you,” I say.

“I’ll need cooking lessons.”

“Next time, you cook, and we supervise.”

Lux frowns. “That’s advanced.”

Ay laughs. “We’ll have to record it for your channel.”

After dinner, Ay heads to her room to watch a movie with Bron over FaceTime, and Lux and I get to be alone.

“This was a great day,” she says as we finish washing the dishes.

“It was. I love how good the two of you are together. Thank you for proving me wrong.” I reach for her, pulling her against me and trapping her by the fridge.

“You got it.” She climbs onto her toes and kisses me.

I plunge my tongue in her mouth, and she flicks it with hers. Then she pulls away, her gaze snapping toward the bedrooms.

“She won’t come out. They’re in a world of their own.” I switch us sideways so we can keep our eyes on the hallway.

I plunge back into her mouth, my hands pressing her tighter against me. She tastes sweet, like the ice cream and macaroons she brought for dessert. I rain kisses on her lips, and we end up back deep, mouth on mouth, with my hips rubbing against hers, my cock impossibly hard, trying to find his way in.

She moans low, bucking back, giving me the greenlight for my fingers to cup her ass and press her against me. My eyes shove closed, the need coating my body.

A door flings open, and my heart slams against my chest while Lux freezes in my arms.