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dipped her chin to her chest.
    “You don’t make me feel sick when you touch me.” A small cry erupted from her throat. She orgasmed.
    Russ sat up, keeping her on his lap. His arm encircled her waist, and he grasped her neck in a gentle but firm hold. He kissed her roughly, stealing her breath. When he released her mouth, she was dizzy with lust.
    “What did you mean by that?” he asked.
    “W-what?” She couldn’t follow his words. Another climax was already coming. Her body responded to him insanely fast, and the fact that they hadn’t had sex in a few days with the worry it might not ever happen made it more intense.
    He seemed to get lost in the pleasure as well as he crushed her to him and bounced her on his lap. Joy had to hold onto his shoulders while he took her so roughly. His lips touched the base of her throat, and he sucked hard then licked the spot. She shuddered in pleasure and pain, wanting more.
    Russ tangled fingers in her hair. “You shouldn’t have come in here, Joy. I’m not letting you leave.”
    A tremor raced over her skin at the anger in his tone. How could a man be so gentle with her girls, but rough and take charge in bed? He turned her on so much, which made his reasons for putting her in this position worse.
    Russ pulled out of her and flipped her around so she faced away from him. He placed a heavy hand against her back and pushed. She climbed onto her knees, and before she could draw a breath, he entered her once again.
    She arched her back to take every inch of his dick, loving the way it sliced into her heat. He pounded fast and hard, and sometimes he held himself inside and ground against her ass. She shook and moaned, struggling to keep control. Russ sagged across her back, and she felt the pulse as he exploded.
    “Damn, I love coming in you.”
    He kissed her back and pushed her flat to lie on top of her. His fingers found hers and linked together. A touch of his lips on her cheek made her turn her head to have her mouth claimed. He buried his tongue inside her mouth and stole her ability to think.

Chapter Thirteen
    T he next morning, Joy woke in Russ’s bed. She couldn’t remember going back to the room, but when she touched his side of the bed, it was warm. He’d slept beside her. She showered and winced at the soreness between her legs. They had gotten pretty wild, and Russ had wanted to go a couple more rounds with rest in between. She probably slept only three hours total. After she threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt with no bra, she walked barefoot out to the front of the house. Her footsteps faltered at sight of the older white man who stood stiffly by the patio doors and the older white woman who sat on the living room couch listening to Denita tell her every detail of their lives.
    “So Mommy sleeps in Russ’s room, and we sleep in our room. You can sleep in the other room if Mommy and Russ don’t fight anymore.”
    Joy’s jaw dropped before she could pull herself together. “Denita Griffin, shut your mouth and stop telling my business! Where’s Russ?”
    Nicolette ran into the room holding several dolls. “Good morning, Mommy.” She paused for a kiss from Joy but then ran on to the older woman. “See? This is Jade, and this is Kendra...”
    “She doesn’t care about your dolls, Nico.”
    “Don’t call me Nico!”
    Joy rubbed her head. “Hello? Am I invisible?”
    The older woman patted Denita’s shoulder and tweaked Nicolette’s cheeks. She smiled at Joy and stood. “Good morning, I’m Gloria Fielding, Russ’s mother. This is my husband Russell.” The older man didn’t stir from the outside view.
    Joy’s jaw slackened for the second time. “You’re his parents? Oh...boy.”
    The woman’s gaze dropped to Joy’s chest, but she didn’t stop smiling. “Sweetheart, don’t you wear bras?”
    Joy let out a small squeak and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, excuse me a minute.”
    She jetted from the room, embarrassed. By the time she