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Page 74 of Of Love & Regret (Madison & Logan 1)

“I shouldn’t be.”

“But can you?” He licks me, presses his already growing erection against me, and trails his palm down to my ass.

My eyes shut, and a soft moan slips from me. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on. Jasper’s in school, and I can step away from work for a quickie.” He squeezes my ass then plants sweet kisses along my neck. “Damn, and you smell good. You can’t be looking and smelling like this and not break me off,” he pleads.

With my hands on his chest, I push away. “I broke you off last night and the night before that and in the bathroom before that,” I counter.

“Why you bringing up old shit?”

I cackle—one of those loud, unattractive laughs that can be heard down the street. “Move, boy,” I playfully slap his biceps.

“All right. Hurry back, preferably before we have a seven-year-old cramping my style.”

“Bye.” I open the door and shove my keys into my back pocket.

Jasper hugs me from behind and tilts my head back to claim my mouth one last time. On my way out, he slaps my butt, winking at me when I glance at him over my shoulder. I press the button on the handle to unlock my SUV and hop behind the wheel. Jasper watches as I start the engine, only closing the door once I’m out of the drive.

* * *

“Mom.” I step into my childhood home and close the door behind me. “Dad. I’m here.” I saunter into the house, checking in rooms along the way.

Things have been weird with my folks these last few weeks. Not surprising, really. Jasper has never been my father’s favorite. But he is mine and now JJ’s, and no matter how badly my dad wishes he’d go away, it’s not happening.

So I’m here today, hoping to get him to come around. Plus, I miss my mom and the loving hugs she gives. Not to mention the advice I’m dying to ask her for. Plus, due to my work schedule and now that Jasper helps with JJ, I haven’t seen her much.

I find them in the kitchen. My mother is standing over the stove, and my father is pouring what looks like lemonade into a glass.

“All I’m saying, Ivy, is she’s stupid to trust the boy. We don’t even know—”

I clear my throat, startling them both. My dad stares at me, seemingly unfazed that I walked in on him talking about me.

“Baby. You’re here.” Mom coos and forces on a smile. She stops stirring whatever it is she’s cooking and wipes her hands off on her apron. “Get over here and give me a kiss,” she demands.

For a brief moment, I take my eyes off my dad and walk over to my mother. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek before rubbing her lipstick away.

“You look beautiful,” she says and turns back to cooking. Her tone is light but awkward, and I know it’s because she doesn’t want to set anyone off. It’s her MO, always the peacemaker.

“Dad,” I let out and inch toward him.

He accepts my hug but doesn’t say anything. We haven’t spoken much since his voicemail the first time I left JJ with Jasper. He wasn’t happy about it, and while they’ve seen their grandson since then, I can tell he’s still not on board.

“Sit down,” Mom blurts. “Are you hungry? The food is almost ready.”

“No, thank you. I’ll have lemonade, though.”

“Help yourself.”

From the corner of my eye, I witness her scrunch her nose up at my dad. With a deep breath, I open the cabinet for a glass, rinse it in the sink, then take the pitcher from in front of him.

“So anybody wanna tell what all the whispering is about?” I ask and bring my cup to my mouth, staring at my parents over the brim. “Dad?” I quiz with a shrug.

“What are you doing?” he snaps, his tone hard and loud.

“What do you mean?”

“Letting that damn hoodlum in your house.”


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