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I didn’t want to trap her. I just needed her to be within reach at all times.
Something hot burned in my chest, and it was definitely not jealousy at whatever pet name she just called the dog.
“Oh, God,” she said as she clutched at my hair, my shoulder. “I am your god,” I growled.
Apparently my husband had purchased an entire store’s worth of sex cushions, and it made me feel so freaking cared for.