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I just didn’t want him to ever stop.
He groaned as my tongue met his.
The frenzy of energy inside me was almost too much as my cells moved at his command. I’d never known need—
“JoJo, why the hell are you kissing my husband?”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
KANE
Hell was not hot.
Whoever came up with that notion had never met the devil herself. If they had, they’d know she was a frigid bitch.
All the warmth in the room went ice cold. If I took my eyes off JoJo, I was fairly certain the walls would be coated in ice blocks.
I’m not your husband.
Despite the silence, no one could hear the scream of protest inside my head.
I lingered with my mouth still attached to JoJo’s. I’d been foolish to let her kiss me, foolish to fall for Penelope’s goading, yet powerless to stop myself once JoJo had been in my space.
And as much as Alma, and likely JoJo, would think I hadn’t detached as a punishment to my ex, nothing could be further from the truth.
Kissing JoJo was one of the good things in my life.
I might be mad as hell at her, but her lips on mine were a gift I wasn’t giving back.
Especially not for Alma.
“Really? You’re going to keep kissing? Right in front of me?” Alma huffed.
JoJo tried to pull back, but I cradled the back of her head for one last brush of our lips. Her cheeks were stained pink, and I preferred to think it was from kissing in front of our daughter as opposed to embarrassment at being caught.
“You’re getting a divorce, so it’s fine.”
Alma started at Penelope’s voice as if just noticing she was in the room. She stumbled back a step, but in true Alma fashion, she straightened her shoulders and focused her attention back on her sister and me.
“What a joyous family reunion.” I grinned. So maybe I hadn’t been in a lip-lock with JoJo for spite, but it did feel good . . . especially now that Alma recognized her not so little secret was out in the open.
There went my ace in the hole for the divorce. I’d figure out something else.
Except Penelope didn’t know.
And my instinct to keep that knowledge from her pulled from somewhere deep. I’d never want her to think she was unwanted. And I sure as hell didn’t want Alma to have any influence on my daughter.
I squeezed JoJo’s knee, somehow hoping to convey that to her. That we were on the same page when it came to Penelope believing she was JoJo’s biological child. We needed to discuss that together, presenting a united front. As parents.
She blinked at me.
I was stunned by my support too, but I didn’t want her to endure Alma’s wrath. I’d take all the slings and arrows.
“I can’t believe either of you,” Alma said, turning her back to Penelope. “How long has this been going on?”
“That’s none of your concern,” I said calmly.
“It very much is,” she said gleefully. “Wait until a judge hears that you’ve been unfaithful. Get ready to give me everything.”
