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“Yes, in my husband’s bed,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “You do so love when I emphasize that, right?”
I chuckled, going for the buttons on my shirt to start taking it off. “Not when you do it in that tone and not in the comfy pajamas.”
“What’s wrong with my pajamas?” She sucked her teeth. “Not enough skin for you?”
“I’m glad you realize. At least take the shorts off.”
“I will not,” she declined. “I’m not in here for your pleasure anyway.”
“Then why are you?” I asked, standing to take care of my belt and slacks. “And don’t say it’s because of the nice sheets. You’ve got the same ones.”
“Because your stepmother was being weird. Asking me questions about why we had separate rooms, if I was taking care of you, yada yada ya,” she huffed, sitting up to watch me undress. “If I wasn’t in your bed, she would’ve been. At least, that’s the impression I got.”
I shook my head. “Nah, she damn well knows better. She’s very familiar with the line around here. She won’t cross it “
“You seem a lot surer about that than I am.”
When I pulled my boxers down, her eyes went to my dick, and stayed there. “Is that why she’s looney tunes? Were you dicking her down before I came along?”
I sighed. “We talked about this already, multiple times. I wasn’t fucking anybody, and if I was, it wouldn’t have been my father’s widow.”
“Then why the hell is she around?” Nalani asked. “She’s young and beautiful, and probably got a decent allotment from your father’s estate, right?”
“She did.” I nodded. “Breanna is a millionaire; he was quite generous with her. But she feels like she should’ve gotten more.”
“Were they married a long time?”
“Five or six years, something like that,” I answered. “She’s hanging around to see what she can get from Calli or sucker one of us into getting with her,” I said, laying it out. “I won't put a stop to it because I know she honestly does care for Calli, and I need somebody young and able-bodied around her to keep an eye on things. It makes up for the weird shit, to me.”
Nalani nodded. “I guess I get that. But still.”
“Still what?” I asked, moving back toward the bed, grabbing my discarded clothes on the way. “Feeling pressured by your competition?”
“Ew,” she grunted. “Absolutely not. That lady can have you.”
“That’s what you say, but I see the way you look at me, woman.”
“And how is that?”
“Like you’re just counting down the seconds till you get to feel me inside you again.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Get to? Wow. Just when I thought I’d hit the limits of your arrogance, I realize I’ve only scratched the surface.”
“Confidence, baby. There’s a difference.”
“With you? Doubtful.”
“Whatever makes you feel better.” I chuckled. “I’m getting in the shower. Will you be here when I get out?”
She bit down on her lip, clearly considering it. “Do you want me to be here when you get back? I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“That’s fine.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?”
“It makes me want to fuck you.”
