And heres something a little hotter than my last excerpt, from Complete We, coming 11/10: Mike’s coffee finished its steamy sputtering just as Laura walked into the kitchen, frumpled and sleepy. She reached for the mug and cradled it to her chest, sipping slowly. “Ahhh, thank you so much. You’re the best.” Standing on tiptoe, she kissed Mike’s cheek, then walked over to Jillian for a quick smooch. Dylan burst into laughter at the look of pure confusion on Mike’s face. “She totally sniped your brew,” Dylan declared. Laura walked out of the kitchen with that sleepy shuffle he knew so well. “And on one of the few mornings when I’m in a rush,” Mike added, starting the whole coffee process over again, bemused but not upset. “It’ll take two more cups of coffee before she realizes what she did, and then she’ll feel sorry,” Dylan said. Mike nodded, the curved ends of his overgrown blonde hair making the collar of his business shirt wet. “Yeah. I know. She didn’t mean it.” Dylan stopped for a moment and took a good, long look at Mike. Shined, black leather shoes with laces. Wool pants perfectly pressed, with a crease that could cut you if you brushed up against it. White business shirt with cuff links, the gold ones Laura gave him for his birthday last year. A loose tie around his neck, red with little white, stippled dots through it. Whatever Mike was dressed for, it was the big time. In contrast, Dylan looked down at his own body. Gym shorts he’d played basketball in so many times they might as well dribble on their own. Commando underneath. And...he wore nothing else. “Where you going, Christian Grey?” he asked as he put little cubes of cheese on Jillian’s high chair tray. She scarfed them down like they were chocolate, grinning madly. Mike chuckled and poured himself a bowl of coconut flake cereal, covering it with almond milk. He was on some paleo diet kick these days. Dylan humored him. “Meeting with some commercial real estate folks.” “Real estate? You buying something?” “No,” Mike said through a mouth full of cereal. “They’re the buyers.” Dylan frowned. “You’re selling the resort?” Their cabin was on the resort, and it was their home now. If Mike were making a decision that enormous, he should have clued Dylan and Laura in a long time ago. “No, no. Not – it’s not what you think.” Milk spilled from Mike’s spoon onto his shirt. “Damn it!’ he exclaimed. “Jammit!” Jillian echoed. “Jammit Jammit Jammit.” Mike and Dylan shared a look of horror. “Shit,” Dylan muttered without thinking. “Tit! Tit!” Laura, of course, picked that exact moment to shuffle back in for her second cup of coffee. How that woman managed to drink it that hot and that fast made Dylan’s mind reel. “Great!” she said with abundant sarcasm. “Just great!” “Tit mama. Tit mama!” “She’s got that right,” Dylan said, staring at Laura’s lush, untamed breasts. His favorite time of day was morning, when she awoke braless, letting the girls hang out as they should. He hardened under his all-too-thin shorts and it was painfully obvious. And painful. “Jillie, don’t say...you know...” They’d learned the hard way that a toddler will just keep repeating the very thing you try to tell her not to. Toddler Logic 101. “Tit! Jammit tit!” “Damn tits making me hard,” Dylan said in a voice meant for Mike. But he was a little too loud. “I heard that!” Laura exclaimed. Her eyes traveled down his shirtless chest to his raging cock. “And I can see it, too.” “You gonna do something about it, lady?” he asked in a teasing voice. Mike made a dismissive sound. “Get a room.” “You offering to watch the baby?” Mike looked at the clock on the stove. “You two serious?” He looked at Laura, who arched one eyebrow. Ah, God, she was so ripe this morning. Dylan could taste her, thinking of her thighs pressing against his cheekbones... And his cock tented his shorts like an 8-person dome tent. --from Complete We, coming 11/10!
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