Page 29 of The Good Bad Man

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“Kane.” My eyes fill with tears.

“No crying,” he orders. “We talked about this.”

“I can’t help it!” I laugh as one tear breaks free. “They’re all happy tears.”

“Better be,” he grumbles. My husband and his control issues. He can’t control everything, but that won’t stop him from trying.

His mouth moves farther down my body. I spread my thighs for him, knowing all that is to come is pleasure.

Kane might think he’s a bad man, but I know without a doubt he’s the good bad man.

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