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Rocky could barely keep himself on the couch when Nikki walked out. Her wet braid clung to her neck and teased its way inside her shirt. Her tank hugged her curves and made his mouth water. He wanted her. Especially after he heard his own damn name.
Sly was watching TV when Nikki got in the shower, but the moment Rocky heard her moan, he forgot all about whatever show was on the TV. He’d never been so thankful for thin walls in his life as he was listening to Nikki get herself off. And when she gasped his name, he nearly came with her.
Fucking hell.
“Are you okay, Mommy?” Sly asked, barely pulling his gaze from the TV.
“Yeah, sweetie. Why?” Nikki asked him. Her cheeks were red, and it wasn’t from the shower.
“We heard you call for Rocky. He thought maybe there was a spider in the
