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That’s what I’m talking about. My blood pumps with adrenaline. A visit essentially means a shake down of one of our businesses, and I couldn’t be happier to get my hands dirty again.

“Morning!” Amanda declares, chirpier than ever, causing me to narrow my eyes as I push back on the barstool to stand. Her lips turn pouty. “Are you leaving so soon?”

“I have a job with Zane. I need to go change and grab a shower.”

“I could join you?” She lifts a carefully manicured eyebrow, and I gawk back at her.

“For what?”

She rolls her eyes. “For sex, Jensen. What do you think?”

Is this some sort of test from her?

“You always want sex when you’re home.”

She’s right, I do. I like it every fucking day to help release the tension, but I normally get that from her when she’s drunk out of her skull, because it’s easier than her complaining she only likes it a certain way.

“We didn’t have sex last night.” She pouts, glaring back at me. “So I figured you must be needing me.” She steps around the kitchen island toward me.

Hell fucking no.

I clear my throat and take a step back, putting the chair between us. “Maybe I didn’t want sloppy seconds!” I snap back.

“Or maybe you’re getting it from somewhere else?” She studies her nails before a cunning smile creeps onto her lips, causing my heart to hammer.

Sal’s right, the sooner this divorce is settled, the better, and if Amanda catches wind of my relationship with Immie, she’s going to cause issues. She’s unaware that my adopted daughter is adopted.

My phone beeps in my hand, and I turn my attention toward it.

Zane: I’ll be fifteen minutes.

Nails drag over my stomach and down my washboard abs, heading for the waistband of my shorts. While the feeling should excite me, it does the opposite, and a wave of sickness washes over me. As cool as I’d like to play it, I don’t have it in me to continue with this charade. I snap my hand out to stop her going farther and grip her fingers. “Enough!” I bite out. She leans into me and kisses my neck, so I jerk back and shake her. “Amanda, stop!”

She snatches her hand from my grasp. “You’re my husband.” The venom in her tone has me scanning over her face. “I won’t stand for you putting another woman above me.”

Then she spins on her heels and marches out of the kitchen, leaving me breathless.

What the fuck just happened?

“She’s going to fight you if you try to push her away,” Immie whispers, with a vulnerability I hate, and I realize she probably witnessed the whole thing. She leans against the kitchen table, and I stride toward her, the need to reassure her almost too much to bear.

“I don’t care.” I lift her chin with my thumb, the same thumb she sucked on last night. My cock stirs at the thought. I lean down and drop my forehead to meet hers. “You’ve no idea how much you consume me, Little Nightmare,” I rasp.

“Can you show me?”

My heart thunders in my chest, and my cock throbs. I glance around the room. “Here?”

Excitement lights up her eyes, and my cock jumps. “Yes. Here.” She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Are you still wet from my cum?”

“Yes.”

I drop my head down and scrutinize her, then lick my lips. “How do you know?”

“Because my sleep shorts are soaked, and when I peed this morning, the tissue was drenched.”

My balls pull up, and I’m unsure what specifically caused that reaction, but I like it. Maybe it’s because she’s so wet for me or that my cum is still inside her that turns me on so much, but the idea of seeing her pee sends a new thrill through me.