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“It’s only messy if we break up,” he told her. Why was she still so adamant that they weren’t going to work out? He’d been doing everything he could to prove otherwise.

“Exactly.” Her head tilted to the side as she studied him. “I just think it’s early days to label things.”

Faking a nonchalance he didn’t feel, he grabbed her foot and set it on his lap. “Okay, but we agreed we’re keeping things the same between us. When I’m home, we all hang out together, and after Max is in bed, you and I hang out.” He picked up her foot and rubbed it.

“Mmm, you can keep doing that.” She shimmied her body, so her other foot was also on his lap. She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled as she wiggled the toes of her other foot to make sure he knew it was there.

“And I was thinking I could FaceTime with Max most nights, say goodnight, that kind of thing.” He picked up her other foot and rubbed the sole. “Then maybe you could call me back later and give me my own little bedtime call?”

“Mmm, you think so, do you?”

“Yep, since we’re agreed we’re keeping things the same and neither of us is fucking anyone else. I’m thinking we could have some fun FaceTime calls where you put all those toys in your bedside table to good use.”

“You think I should masturbate over FaceTime?”

His dick twitched. “Fuck yeah.” He dug his fingers into the arch of her foot. Her head dropped back, and she moaned and sounded exactly the same as when she came. He shifted to stop his cock from being choked out by his jeans. “That means the only person who’s allowed to make that sound come out of your mouth is me.”

Her eyes popped open, and she smirked. She pressed her foot against the fly of his pants, dragging her toes along the length of his cock, and he groaned. “As long as we agree I’m the only one who’s allowed to make that sound come out of yours.”

He set her right foot on the outside of his thigh, grabbed her left ankle, and pulled. She squealed as he yanked her onto his lap, so she was straddling him. “Woman, you can do anything you want with my mouth.”

She ground her hips against him. Her core lined up perfectly with his already hard cock. “Maybe you should remind me what you can do with that mouth of yours,” she said.

“Gladly.” He hooked his hands under her ass and stood up, taking her with him to the bedroom. If this was all she was willing to give him, he’d take it.

Chapter Eighteen

WithJeffattrainingcamp for the past week, she’d tried to get Max and her back into their old routine, but it felt different. Trips to the cousins’ house were out of necessity again rather than just for fun. Kia looked over at Max. “You ready to go, buddy?”

“Yeah.” He began picking up his toys.

God, he was a cute little guy. She smiled at her sister.

The two women both stood and slowly made their way toward the front door with Max slowly following behind her. “Thank your Aunty Vika for looking after you.”

He looked up at Vika and wrapped his little arms around her waist. “Thank you, Aunty Vik.”

Vika rubbed the back of Max’s head with her hand. “Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart. Anytime.”

“Alright, see you later. Thanks again.” Kia grabbed Max’s backpack and handed it to him. Together they walked out toward the car. She buckled him into the back seat.

“You okay, buddy? You look a little sad.”

He shrugged. “I’m OK.”

Kia watched him for a few seconds, waiting to see if he would say anything. When he didn’t speak, she sighed and closed the back door. She slid into the driver’s seat and put the car in gear. As she pulled away from the sidewalk, she glanced in the rearview mirror at Max. He fiddled with his hands in his lap. That wasn’t like him. Normally, he was so chatty she couldn’t shut him up. What was going on?

She turned down the music. “You alright? You seem quiet.”

He shrugged again.

“Max, you gotta talk to me, buddy. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

He sat silently for several minutes. Finally, out of nowhere, he spoke, “Mom, what’s a slut?”

Kia reared back. Whoa. “What do you mean? What’s a …?” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, what’s a what?”

Max’s head cocked to the side. “What’s a slut?” he asked.

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