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I laugh.

“Then I took you back to the house. We’d just gotten home from Singapore.”

“Where was Joey?” I ask.

“Gone.”

“Wald?”

“Also gone.”

“So we were alone?” I ask.

“Mmm. We were.”

“What’d we do? Did you make dinner?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. Then he leans over and kisses me.

“Huck,” I say, pushing him back.

But he doesn’t let me. He just kisses me again and his hand is suddenly on my thigh easing its way under my dress.

“Huck,” I say through the kiss. Because I’m kissing him back. “Joey’s gonna see us.”

“That’s the whole point,” he says. “I want more of last night. Don’t you?”

I know the right answer is no. I know that’s what I should say. But his fingers are pulling my panties aside and I’m automatically opening my legs wider to give him access, and there’s just no way I can deny it.

“Yeah,” I say, telling the truth.

“He’s not gonna do it again unless we make him.”

“But—”

“Shhh,” he says, opening his mouth wider so his tongue can play with mine. “I can hear them coming up the stairs. Let me make you come.”

And before I can say anything, he’s on the floor in front of me. Pushing my knees up and open as he leans forward and begins to lick me.

“Fuck,” I say, grabbing his hair. “Fuck.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN - JOEY

I leave Wald in the basement to map his new secret passageways and go back up the stairs.

This house is fancy. Because the stairs leading to the basement are wide and have the same custom wrought-iron railings as the ones that lead to the second floor. And they curve a little. Like the basement in this house was no afterthought, but a major part of the design.

I’m about halfway up when I hear the telltale sound of kissing and stop, leaning forward to listen.

They’re in the front room with all the windows, whispering something.

Brooke moans and I catch Huck growling a little.

Very quietly I continue up the stairs. The front door is open. Boxes of stuff just inside. Like Huck was going to go back out to the truck to get more but got sidetracked.

I walk down the hallway and peek around the wall into the sunroom. It has no doors. Just an extra-wide arched opening.

They’re on the loveseat facing the window and in profile from my view. Huck is down on his knees, head between Brooke’s legs. She’s gripping his hair, head thrown back, eyes closed, and her plump mouth open to allow the moans to escape.