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“I’m super special.” She doesn’t sound the least bit convinced.

“You think you can placate me with sarcasm and disbelief, Miss?” I ask in a warning tone. “Tell me what you think I see.”

She twitches her eyebrows and looks down at herself. “A good mom?”

“A fucking great mom,” I correct her. “What else?”

She runs her tongue over her teeth and spreads her legs more widely, as her sweet lips curl higher on one side. “A series of tight little holes you like shoving your cock into?”

“A series of tight little holes I fuckingloveshoving my cock into. What else?”

Her brows lower into a deep, pensive V. “A good daughter?”

“Thebestfucking daughter two dads could ever wish for. What else?”

She pauses, like she needs time to think about it. “A smart, creative human?” she says eventually, as if it may not be true.

I lean closer. “The smartest, business-savviest, most creative entrepreneur I ever heard of. Pulling in six figures before the age of twenty and knowing that’s only the beginning because you love what you fucking do, and there’s a whole world out there waiting to praise you for it. You’re special as fuck, and everyone fucking knows it and wants to invest in you. Tell me how many followers you have.”

“Two-point-four-million,” she says, her cheeks growing pinker by the second.

“How many offers from production teams?”

“Three.”

“Tell me which other woman you know, does all that while raising beautiful babies and keeping her husband so fucking satisfied he can’t think a single thought beyond her and the family she’s given him.”

“Zero,” she mumbles, her head low.

I lean closer and pull my ear forward. “I’m sorry.Howmany people are as amazing as my brilliant wife?”

“None,” she admits, though quietly.

“Exactly. You’re the only one we know, and that makes you pretty fucking special. Ask Viv. You think she knows anyone as amazing as you?”

“Maybe one.” Jem looks me over, her eyes full of approval, as she drinks me in.

I grunt at the compliment and shake my head at her. “I’ll keep working on you. One day, you’ll see what I see. A beautiful girl with a big brain and a big heart. A fun and loving woman with a gorgeous body, and a warrior’s attitude. Nurturing mother of beautiful children, pride and joy of her parents—”

“Needy and wanton receiver of her husband’s cock,” she interjects. “Filthy wildcat in the sack, and wet as fuck for a man who won’t quit making her feel embarrassingly over-glorified.” She kicks her flip-flop at me, and then lifts Viv to her shoulder, to rub our baby’s back. “Put this sleeping baby to bed, so you can play with me, Daddy.”

“In a minute, Little Miss.” I lean back in my chair, stroking myself some more while I take in every pretty thing about her. The baby, the bump, the wet pussy, and the huge fucking tits I keep sucking to keep her milk in supply, now that Viv needs less of it.

“Your T-shirt slipped down a bit. Lift it for me, so I can see your tits better,” I command, loving how thick her nipples have become with her pregnancy hormones and all the feeding.

Jem does as she’s told, her fingertip tracing the perimeter of the darker skin surrounding her nipple. Her areolae are larger and more defined than when we first met — another sign I’ve made my mark on her body, and I love it. I also love how fucking indecent it feels to take as much of them as I can into my mouth when I suck at her.

Mindful of my obsession, she teases her nipple to a proud salute.

“Milk it,” I demand in a husky voice.

She wraps her palm around the side of her large breast and massages, encouraging milk forth with her thumb and fingers. It drips to her round belly, and she shivers as it trickles down her side.

“Your skirt has dipped, and it’s covering you too much.” My voice cracks with need. “Spread your legs wider.”

She does so, showing me how much she’s enjoying herself — she’s slicked her upper thighs with shine.

“So fucking beautiful. Imagine how fucking special I must feel, knowing I get to love all of this.” I draw a circle in the air with my finger, framing my favorite view.

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