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have told her where Tanya lives?
    He had only given Tanya a ring to keep her with the program. She’d been edgy lately, but his promise to marry her had put her back on point. And when she was on point,
he
was on point. Both women had appetites that would make porn star Vanessa del Rio look like a saint.
    That one time where Tanya had tied his wrists to the bedposts and had him whimpering like a child had taken every ounce of his energy to keep up. Then he went home that night and Brandi rolled over and wanted some, too. That night he’d almost been put into a coma. His dick had stayed hard hours beyond the act—and wouldn’t come down. A trip to the hospital for a shot of muscle relaxant proved interesting. The chuckles of the emergency room staff only pissed him off.
    And when had Brandi gotten a dildo? He’d never seen it around the house. If he found that little sucker, it would hit the garbage so hard it would bounce three times before settling. There would never be anotherdick in his house besides his—human
or
battery-powered. And especially not something that had the ability to bypass him even with a fifteen-year head start. No wonder denying her some nookie didn’t get the results he wanted—she was still getting it on the regular.
    “Move that piece of shit!” Vernon yelled at the driver who moved in front of him, into the fast lane, and dared to go the actual speed limit.
What’s wrong with people
! Turning onto Stony Island, he punched the pedal to the floor and zoomed into traffic.
    If he could get home, make sure the girls were in bed, square things with Brandi, and end it with a little tongue gymnastics followed up with some “below the waistline sunshine,” he’d probably only feel her wrath for two weeks or so. Yeah, he’d get her back in line, too. Great sex had always won the worst arguments. All except one, and he still hadn’t given up on Brandi letting him take over the business so she could stay home and tend to the girls.
    Showing up at Tanya’s? When had she become bold enough to do some shit like that? Brandi had always been the one to avoid confrontations in their marriage; he could recall only three or so. She would hold her ground silently until the situation or someone else proved her point. Passive, easy to maintain…when had she changed?
    As his SUV lunged forward, a driver flipped him the finger. Vernon flipped one right back.
    And how dare that white trash talk about him like that? She wasn’t saying that shit when she wrapped her lips around his dick and sucked it as though gold had been layered on the opposite end. Damn, just the thought of those hot red lips on his—
    “Get a grip, Vernon!”
    His SUV swerved into the left lane, cutting off a grandma who didn’t know the first thing about pushing that money-green Mustang to full capacity. Her horn blared as he barely missed swiping the front end of her car. “If you can’t drive the damn thing, get off the road.”
    He jammed his foot on the gas to avoid danger, the engine roared, protesting every inch of the way. Moving between a beater held togetherby spit and shit and a contractor’s van, he flowed into traffic, then swerved out again and thought he saw Tanya’s Lexus. Heading toward his house!
    The scream of sirens became louder with each second. Vernon glanced into the rearview mirror, straight into the glare of a windshield and the flashing blue-and-red lights of Chicago’s finest.
    “Damn!” Vernon banged the steering wheel. “Great. Just great!” He slowed, hoping the police wanted to zoom by on the way to a real emergency. But inwardly he knew the truth.
    Unfortunately, Officer Friendly had kept pace with Vernon’s SUV, obviously wanting to reel in a big one. End of the month was quota time—and without noticing, Vernon had just been reeled in right before 79th and Stony, the third longest speed trap in the city. Forty-five miles over the speed limit could not be easily explained. He’d never make