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daughter emerge into the word. Like trying to define love, it couldn’t be contained within something so rudimentary as language.  
    It was a flavor he savored.
    Her anger—he guessed it was anger, at least—melted as his lips caressed her neck, dipping over her to the collarbone. The jeans tightened, his shaft down his leg and pressed against his thigh, now thickening.
    Already? Not bad for a guy in his thirties. When he was seventeen he could be rock hard ten minutes after a rousing batch of sex. Lately it took longer.
    Apparently, this was different. He took a deep breath half filled with pride and amusement, his lips turning up i n a smile he couldn’t stop.
    “What’s funny?” Laura asked. Could she feel his smile on her skin?
    And then he looked up. The mirror. Of course. Yet it wouldn’t surprise him if she could read his emotions purely by touch. Their connection was that strong.
    All three of them.
    “I’m thinking about how hard I’m getting.”
    “Again?” Her voice turned up with a questioning surprise and a sultry tone that made him remove one hand from her shoulders and dig into his jeans, adjusting himself as the seam irritated the head of his cock.
    Oh, yeah. Again, all right. He was hard as granite.
    “ You said you didn’t want we right now. How about me ?” he asked, his tongue now seeking the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe, the part he knew she could barely tolerate having touched. That spot made her wet, though.  
    And Mike definitely wanted her nice and wet for what he was about to do with her.
    Something that required very few words, half of them variations of “Oh, God.”
    Those words he could handle right now.
    Laura spun around and reached up on tiptoe s . He slid his hands over that hot ass and, cupping it, lifted her up. Just as he hoped, her l e gs wrapped around his waist as her hands plunged into his hair, mouth sla n ting across his and tongue burying itself. His tongue sought her heat, craved her touch, needed more connection than they’d just had.
    And he’d thought that had been just fine.
    Tired of accepting just fine , Mike shifted into some predatory mode that fueled him, his body taking everything she gave and insisting on more, his hands hungry on her ass, her back, prowling over her breasts and stroking each nipple to a peak, the way he claimed her absolutely and ut t erly complete.
    He owned her.
    He wanted her to know that. While he and Dylan shared Laura, and she shared them, there was no reason she shouldn’t also know that she was his one hundred percent. Relationship math did not have to balance out.
    Ever.
    There was room for New Math in plenty of places.
    Barreling out of the bathroom, he threw her onto the bed where she’d just sucked him off, where his body had shimmered and convulsed under her steady and knowing hands.
    His turn.
    This really was his day. In full. He raked her clothes off, hands moving so fast they felt like a blur. Making love with Laura, with or without Dylan, was always passionate and sweet and loving, but sometimes…sometimes he wanted more of an edge.  
    The thought passed through his mind that he needed to slow down, to contemplate, as her bare body wiggled under his, her gasp s and wide eyes telling him she was aroused and excited, and then when her hand unbuttoned his jeans and he kicked them off, the full length of his muscled heat pressed against her hot, lush curves, he kicked that thought away like a ninety -yard punt.
    Through the fucking goalposts, man.
    Balance was so overrated.
    Laura was on the pill, one of the first things she’d done after having Jillian, so he knew he was safe, and he reached down between her legs to find her slick and ready. Her moans as he moved his thumb in lazy, wet circles over her swollen clit told him she was ready, but he wanted to be sure.
    “Fuck me, Mike. I want you in me,” she whispered.
    Okay…sometimes words worked.
    With his arms on either side of her, he steadied hi m self