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“Make sure you find the mouthwash.”

I strode from the bathroom, already rock hard again by the time I reached the bedroom.

Congratulations, pecker. You just set a world record for fastest recovery by a grown-ass man.

I couldn’t be pleased with my stamina for being pissed off with Marlow and her damn legs.

“If you poke her in the back it serves her right.”

“Were you talking to somebody?” She stood in the doorway to the closet as I pulled on pajama pants.

“No.”

“Were you walking around naked in front of my son?”

“It’s not like we don’t have the same stuff.”

“Itisvery similar.” She hit me with a genuine smile. “Especially in size.”

Her back hit the doorframe when I crowded her space. I towered over her, those pupils dilating in her dark eyes.

“I’ve heard a lot of things coming from your mouth. Complaints about my dick? Is that what those screams were, Wicked? Cause they sure didn’t sound like it to me.”

She swallowed thickly. “Maybe you don’t have much experience.” The words lacked her usual punch.

I inched my face closer to hers. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me? Did you just do it in the shower?”

She pushed at my chest. “Don’t talk to me like that.” Short puffs of air escaped her parted lips.

“I’ve been thinking about our communication problem.” My breath hit her in the face. “You and I do plenty of talking, but we’re speaking the wrong language.”

“You’re insane.”

I trailed my finger down her cheek, skated it the length of her neck. She shivered. “Hmm. Your body likes what I’m saying just fine.” I nibbled her ear. “It’s that head of yours that’s the issue.”

“I’m not stupid,” she breathed.

I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “No. You’re one of the smartest women I’ve ever known. But your head controls your mouth, and what comes out of it is dangerous. Except when I do this.”

I palmed her jaw and gently sucked in the crook of her neck, remembering how much she’d liked that. The scent of her skin was driving me wild. The softness. I wanted to keep exploring her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I wanted to taste all of her.

“Patrick.” My name was a breathless plea.

I smiled in satisfaction. “See what I mean.”

She slapped me in the arm. “Get off of me.”

I stepped back, and she nearly slid down the wall. “Are those words I should pay attention to or ones I should ignore? It’s hard to tell the difference with you.”

“Shut up.”

“Too much talking, Wicked.” I climbed into bed. Blake mumbled and rolled toward me. “Night, little man.” I kissed the top of his head and reached over to flip the master switch for the lights.

The room went pitch black.

“Patrick,” Marlow whispered. “I can’t see.”

“You’ll find your way.”

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