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“You know I’m going to fuck you again in the shower.”
“I was hoping so.” I pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
“Does this mean we’re done with condoms?”
“Uh-huh.” I dropped to my knees, pleased to see him already beginning to get hard again.
“I thought we were taking a shower?”
“We are.” I gripped his erection in my hand and slowly pumped up and down a few times. “I just need to do something first.”
His head fell back against the wall as he groaned. “Fuck. Yeah.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Boone
“Do you have any threes?”I asked.
I studied Jolie’s face as she considered her hand of cards, Joey giggling from his seat next to her. She bit her lip, which sent a shot of arousal through me, her attempt at a thoughtful expression looking lustful.
Which was becoming a problem. She looked hot fresh out of bed in the morning, wearing sweats at the ice rink, even bundled up in a coat and hat. Every time I looked at her, I wanted to touch her. And since we kept things tame when Joey was awake, I spent a lot of time wanting.
“Go fish,” she finally said.
I narrowed my eyes at her and gave Joey a questioning look. “You think I can trust her? I don’t know, I think she might be holding out on me.”
Jolie dropped her jaw, acting appalled. “Me? I play by the rules, Mr. Boone.”
“You can’t trust her,” Joey said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“If you see any threes come out of her hand later, you let me know,” I said, running my hand over the pile of cards in the middle of my dining table.
He pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at her, which he’d learned from me doing it to him, and Jolie threw her head back with laughter.
“I think you’ve got a mini-me,” she said.
“What’s that?” Joey asked.
She ruffled his hair. “It means you remind me a lot of your uncle.”
The doorbell rang and Joey grinned. “Is that the pizza?”
“Probably.”
I set my cards down on the table and gave Jolie a warning look. “No cheating while I’m gone.”
She scoffed. “I don’t have to cheat to beat you. I’m 3–0, fair and square.”
When I answered the door, the delivery driver passed me a stack of five boxes, saying, “Thanks for the tip, man. Appreciate it.”
I’d tipped him in the app I ordered from, and I nodded as I took the boxes. “Hey, thanks, man. Have a good one.”
When I walked into the kitchen, Joey’s eyes widened. “That’s all for us?”
“Yep. You like cheese, Jolie likes veggie, and I like supreme. And I like leftover pepperoni pizza.”
Jolie gave me a look. “So you don’t like supreme when it’s leftover?”
