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I scooted down and tossed the pillow under my head to the other side of the bed.

“Climb on.”

I watched Josie’s head jerk, and uncertainty started to creep in.

“Josie.” I waited until I had her full attention before I repeated, “Climb on, sit on my face, and let your man eat your pussy.”

Her lips twitched.

“Is there a wrong way to do this?” she asked.

It took a moment for her question to sink in; when it did, I smiled.

“Yeah, if I’m not drowning in your cunt, you’re not riding my mouth hard enough.”

Pink bloomed across her chest, her nipples puckered, and she smirked.

Then my woman finally climbed on my face and rode my face like she did my dick—with wild abandon.

It was gorgeous.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I startled awake, but it took me a few moments to understand what woke me.

Then two things happened at once—I heard Kane call my name and I felt a very naked Evan stiffen behind me. Incidentally, I, too, was naked.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

As if that was amusing and my son was not about to walk in on us naked in my bed, I felt Evan’s chuckle.

“Mamalious!”

Damn.

“Do not come in here. I’m um…” Shit, damn, and fuck. “Changing. I’ll be right out.”

I scrambled out of bed, rushed to my dresser, yanked open the drawer, and grabbed the first pair of panties I found. I was tugging them over my hips when I noticed Evan was still in bed. Not only that, but he was watching me with a smile.

“This isn’t funny.”

“Agreed.”

“Then why are you smiling at me?”

I turned back to my dresser, found a bra, and swung it around the room. “You need to get dressed.”

“I will when I’m not afraid I’ll lose an eye when you hook me with your bra.”

I stopped swinging my bra and growled, “Remember that conversation you had with Lindy?” His smile died, and he squinted his eyes at me. “Yeah. Bet that wasn’t fun hearing her tell you to get a lady friend. Well, my son is about to meet my man-friend. And not only that, my man-friend will be walking out of my bedroom. Think on that and stop smiling at me.”

Evan rolled out of bed, naked as a jaybird, walked to me, hooked me around the waist, and pulled me flush against him.

“I’m smiling because you said ‘fuck,’ and that was cute. I’m smiling because you freaking out is making your cheeks pink, and I love seeing you blush. But I was lying there in bed watching you because you’re fucking beautiful in the morning. I was pissed you bailed on me that first morning. But now that I know just how pretty you are first thing, I’m pissed as hell you deprived me of the view.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and went on. “Slow down before you break your leg putting on your pants. For a second, I thought you were gonna take a header as you wrestled up your panties. And that shit would be awkward if your son rushed in to check on you after a loud crash and found me in here naked.”

I pulled my forehead off his so I could duck and plant it on his chest.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I groaned. “He’s never seen a man walk out of his mom’s bedroom before.”