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She gasps. “Haden…”

“Try me,” I warn.

She clenches her thighs together. “New topic, please.”

“I agree. Just so we’re clear. I’m forty years old. You were absolutely right about the paint in that house. It must have a fertility pheromone in it,” I tease. “Tomorrow I’m going to start scraping paint away from windows. I bet if I inhale that all day, I’ll be harder than a rock by the evening.”

She giggles. “Poor baby with your no-sex rule and all.”

I chuckle. “Ah, but the no masturbation rule only applies to you. I can stroke my cock as often as I want while I wait for you to decide you want it bad enough.”

“Asshole.”

“No cussing rule, too. You need to learn to control your dirty mouth before all these babies are born. Their poor little ears. I wouldn’t want my kid’s first word to be fuck.”

Emilia sighs heavily. “My ass is going to hurt a lot,” she grumbles.

“Probably.”

She tugs on her arms. “Did you bring me out to your RV so you could embarrass me with every taboo topic known to mankind?”

She’s right. Enough talking. I need to make her scream again.

Chapter 12

Emilia

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My brain is scrambled from every intense thing Haden has piled on me. In record time, he asserted himself into aspects of my life most people never discuss even with their husbands. My periods? Birth control? Sheesh.

I’m glad he’s done talking. At least I assume he is because he lowers his lips to mine. Kissing, I can get on board with. He’s an amazing kisser. Every time his lips are on mine, I start squirming.

The fact that he’s been holding me down this entire time has done nothing to quell my arousal. My pussy is pulsing, and my breasts feel extremely sensitive. Both need contact. I’m so needy that I would instantly break his no-masturbating rule if he were to leave me alone right now.

But he’s not going to. He brought me out here so no one would hear me screaming, which means he intends for me to do just that. I had hoped sex would be involved, but I’m not surprised he intends to make me wait. The men living in the house got to him. Damn them.

Marriage? That seems insane right now. So do babies. But if he puts his mouth on my pussy again like he did before dinner, I might be willing to agree to just about anything.

Nothing in the world has ever felt as good as Haden sucking my clit. I’d give up chocolate for him to do it again.

The man is persistent with his lips. I lose all train of thought when he sucks on my tongue. It has erotic implications that make me want to strip his clothes off and suck on far more than his tongue.

Suddenly, he releases my wrists, grabs my waist, and flips us over. I’m nearly dizzy from the change as he lands on his back and settles me so I’m the one straddling him.

“Take this dress off, baby. I want to see the lacy bra and panties without it.” His voice is husky, way different from the one he’s been using to lecture me.

Gladly. I plant my hands on either side of his head and lean forward. “Unzip me.”

He slides his hands up my back, finds the zipper, and lowers it slowly to my waist.

Watching his gaze, I pull it over my head and toss it behind me. I’m left in the hot-pink bra-and-panty set. Goosebumps rise on my skin as he takes me in. This is the first time he’s seen me like this.

Haden trails one finger along the edge of my bra between my breasts. “You have a lot of sexy lingerie sets like this, don’t you, baby?”

“Mmmhmm.” Fuck, his finger feels good. I want him to reach under the edge of the bra and touch my nipple. I even pull my shoulders back so I can arch toward him.

“I saw every color of lacy scraps on your floor yesterday,” he teases.