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“Do you ever think about what it would feel like to have me buried deep inside your pussy?”
Other than the slight catch of her breath, she doesn’t give anything else away. The longer she denies me a response, the more my nerves ratchet up.
When I can’t take another moment, I growl, “Answer the damn question.”
“Yes.”
Just as surprise spirals through me, the door to the bedroom bursts open. There’s a shocked gasp and then awkward silence as I remain in place.
“Daddy?” Ryder says in a voice that sounds ridiculously childish. “Why are you hurting Mommy?”
Carina squeezes her eyes tightly shut before swearing under her breath.
There’s a thump. Ryder’s grunt is followed by a soft chuckle.
“Sorry! I should have knocked,” Juliette blurts before slamming the door closed again. Raising her voice to be heard from the other side, she says, “Go ahead and continue with whatever you two were doing!”
“Goddammit.” Any arousal darkening Carina’s pretty eyes is now long gone as she shoves at my chest and snaps, “Now look what you did!”
I reluctantly rise to my feet and point to the thick erection protruding from my jeans. “Maybe you should look at what you did!”
With a roll of her eyes, she grabs my shirt from the bed and tosses it at my chest.
One thing is for sure—the next time I see Ryder, I’ll have to thank him for his untimely interruption.
With my fist.
Chapter Eleven
Carina
With an aggravated huff, I shove Ford from my room and slam the door closed behind him. He can find his own damn way out of the apartment. Then I wait forty-five minutes, hoping Juliette and Ryder have taken off and we can talk about the unfortunate situation she walked in on another time.
Because I know damn well she’ll have questions.
And comments.
Lots of comments.
Ones I don’t particularly want to think about.
Or answer.
Ugh.
As the silence of the apartment settles around me, I crack open the bedroom door and creep into the hallway before peeking into the living room, which is exactly where I find Juliette camped out on the couch with a thick tome of a textbook spread open on her lap.
Damn. Looks like I won’t be given a reprieve after all.
When her gaze collides with mine, she takes off her tortoiseshell framed glasses and sets them on the coffee table.
That’s all it takes for awkward silence to descend. If it were possible to slink back into my room and quietly close the door again, I would. By the inquisitive look filling Juliette’s eyes, that’s not an option.
She’ll hunt me down if it becomes necessary.
“So…you and Ford, huh?”
My shoulders wilt as I stalk into the tiny living room and throw myself on the chair parked across from the couch. “There’s no me and Ford.”
