Chronicles Of One Night Stands
I blurted, stiffening under her weight.
“Sitting on my husband’s lap,” she whispered, biting my earlobe. Natalie was never like this. She was always collected, composed, calculating. That was the woman I’d agreed to marry in name. Not… this.
“No… you can’t. We aren’t like that,” I tried to argue as the door opened, and Cassie entered.
She froze, eyes narrowing as she saw her mother pressed against me, fingers brushing my jaw. Natalie didn’t flinch. She only smiled wickedly.
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