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being sure of anything was driving her nuts, and every time she broached the subject, he shut her down. Surely he didn’t want to continue on like this.
    She was making more money but not enough to get her own place and pay for daycare. Maybe if they got a studio and all slept in the same bed. And if I work weekends to cover daycare. She rolled over. Her boss had said something to her just the day before about the weekend. The others were complaining, said it was unfair. Why the hell did he hire her if he was just going to start pressuring her later?
    For a moment, she thought of writing, but that still felt like an impossible dream. She had sat down to Russ’s laptop, which he had given her permission to use. For an entire hour she had stared at a blank page too scared to punch a single key.
    Something had to give. She climbed out of bed and grabbed her robe, then belted it lightly. A quick peek into the girls’ room showed they were asleep. Nicolette had kicked her covers off, so Joy slipped them back on. She kissed Denita’s head, lingering with her nose pressed close to her baby, knowing Denita wouldn’t allow it when she woke up.
    She continued on to the spare room. Russ had closed the door, and she hesitated to check to see if he locked it. Steeling herself, she reached for the knob and turned. The door gave with ease, and she pushed it inward. Sticking her head around the edge, she scanned the room and found him lying on the bed, sheets piled on the floor.
    No turning back now.
    She went in and shut and locked the door. Her robe pooled on the floor without sound. She crossed to the bed and climbed on. The shifting of the weight jostled him, and he opened his eyes. Her heartbeat kicked up like a thousand thumps, and she swallowed.
    Joy ran her hand over his thigh. The muscles tensed beneath her touch. When he didn’t say anything, she took courage and ran her hand higher to his hip. Then she faltered and went for his belly. Russ’s skin was so smooth and taut. He was warm, and the scent of his soap teased her nose.
    Joy straddled his hips and felt the hardening of his shaft. She reached for it, but he caught her fingers and held them away.
    “Why are you here, Joy?”
    “I’m... It’s obvious why, or I’m not doing it right!”
    He turned her hand over and threaded his fingers through hers. “You’re here because you want me to let you stay.”
    Her stomach knotted.
    “I wasn’t going to ask you to leave.”
    “If I hold back the cootchie?”
    He smirked then grew serious. “This is different than I imagined.”
    “I don’t know what you mean by that.” She leaned forward a little, and his dick pressed against her opening. All she had to do was rear back, and he would slide inside her. His gaze said don’t do it, but as hard as he was, he wanted it bad.
    “I never intended to make you feel like a prostitute, or I guess the proper term in this case would be a mistress.”
    “But that’s exactly what you offered. That’s what I am. Maybe not a prostitute, but a mistress. The job comes with benefits.”
    “Joy.”
    “Is it too heavy for your conscience, Russ?” Her tone held bitterness. She came down onto him, and his dick pierced her wetness and sank deep. He released her hand in an instant and grasped her waist. She watched in fascination as his eyelids grew heavy, and he shut his eyes.
    “I don’t want you like this,” he murmured, but he raised his hips to pump into her.
    “Too bad,” she growled. “I want to stay with you.”
    His eyes opened.
    “I like your house. I like the comfort and the fact that every cent I make I get to keep.”
    His gaze turned flat. She continued on despite his reaction but lowered her voice.
    “I like how you treat my kids even though it confuses the hell out of me. I like—”
    He pumped hard into her and tightened his hold. She began to grind onto his shaft and leaned forward a little more so his pelvis scraped her bud, stimulating it. She moaned and