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MELODY
Jesus, I was hot. Dying. I checked the stove to make sure I turned it off. I even wondered if I bumped the thermostat. But no, none of it was the reason I was practically sweating through my clothes. That honor rested squarely on the broad, sexy shoulders of my husband.
The man was a f*****g heat-seeking missile, and he was not going to miss.
His gaze flickered from my lip clenched between my teeth to my aching n*****s begging to be let free from my b*a to the throbbing pulse between my legs. By the time he met my eyes again, I was almost sure I could come just from the look in his eyes.
When Amber asked me the one morning if Daddy was there at night, I thought she had a dream. When she said she heard me crying again and that I said Daddy’s name, she thought I was mad at him
