![]() I hated the reasons why I had to marry her. “I am not f**king married.” I press my h*ps into hers. I put my mouth near her ear so I don’t have to talk too loudly. We’re just around the corner from where Ashlyn is sitting. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks, and I press into her. Her size compared to mine makes it impossible. “We’re going to get a few things straight.” I turn her so her back is against the wall, and she presses against my chest, trying to shove me away. We’re going to get this shit settled right now. The pans are next to the sink.” I grab her hand, forcing her to follow me. “Does your wife know you’re here?” She covers her mouth, looking over at Ashlyn who is not paying any attention to what we’re doing she is still happily stirring the batter. “Asking where the pans are.” I smile when she gives a slight growl, stepping out of my grasp. ![]() “What?” She looks over her shoulder at me and I spread my fingers out, putting slight pressure on her waist. ![]()
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