“That’s the second time you’ve called me that.” Breathless, I blink at him. “What?” “Baby. You called me baby, Livy. You falling for your husband?” Pressing my lips together and looking away, I push against him, but he refuses to let go. He holds me right there, with his fingers inside me, and uses his free hand to tilt my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “Tell me you’re falling for your husband… please?” His expression is so earnest. The desire to be desired is a concept I understand well. But even if I didn’t, I’m no liar. All I can tell him is the truth. “Yeah… my husband is definitely
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