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deck will wrap around the entire back of the house, so we’ll be able to walk out the French doors of our bedroom, across the deck, and through the back door leading into the kitchen. Our master bedroom upstairs will be Kaia’s room, and the twins will move into Kaia’s old bedroom.

As I step into the unfinished space, I realize the walls, which were swathed in plain, unpainted plaster yesterday, are now covered in a soft, pale green. Sea moss. That’s the name of the color Adam and I picked out for the bedroom. Did he paint the bedroom while I was sleeping?

And just like that, my anger over the smell on his clothes vanishes like smoke.

By eight p.m., the laundry is all folded and put away, Kaia’s homework is done, and the girls are showered and tucked away in their beds. Adam does his nightly ritual of pulling both cars into the garage, then he walks into the bedroom looking utterly exhausted.

I grab his hand as he softly closes the door behind him. “It’s time for you to relax now.”

He smiles as he watches me lock the door and allows me to pull him toward the bed. “I like where you’re going with this.”

Before he can sit down, I help him out of his T-shirt and cargo shorts. I flash him a seductive smile as I lay my hands flat on the warm, smooth skin of his chest. His mouth hovers over mine as I tilt my head and look into his gorgeous green eyes. He’s only five inches taller than me, but he towers over me in every way. His power. His presence. His heat. He radiates strength and masculinity and pure, unadulterated perfection. And he’s all mine.

“I’m going to do whatever it takes to help you win that championship,” I whisper, my hand sliding down just below his navel. “When you leave for Portugal, I’m going to have my mom come and stay with me, so you don’t have to worry about me being alone.”

I slide my hand down the length of his hardening cock. Even through the fabric of his boxer briefs, I can feel it becoming more engorged and solid by the second.

His eyelids flutter with pleasure. “Oh, yeah. That will make me feel better. Thanks, baby.”

When I can feel he’s fully erect, I gently push his shoulders back for him to lie down, then I climb on top of him to straddle his hips.

“My belly will be too big to do this soon, so I’m going to take advantage of you tonight. Is that okay?” I ask, peeling off my pajama shirt but leaving my panties on.

He laughs as he laces his fingers through mine to hold me steady. “I don’t know. I might need to use the safe word tonight.”

I rub my pussy over his hard cock and the friction of the fabric between us makes my clit warm and primed. “If I hear you say that word, I’m only going to go harder,” I reply, sliding my hips back and forth over his firm length.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, letting go of my hands so he can grab my waist. “You’re gonna make me come in my boxers. Beetlejuice.”

“Do not say that word again,” I reply forcefully as I continue to grind myself against him.

Adam had the brilliant idea of creating a safe word, in case things ever got too rough or uncomfortable in the bedroom for either of us. And of course, being Adam he had to choose a ridiculous word. Saying Beetlejuice once means to slow down. Twice means “I’m warning you.” And three times means “Stop it now, fucker.”

He tightens his hold on my waist. “I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna come in my boxers,” he says through gritted teeth. “Beetlejuice.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warn him, not even bothering to slow down. “It’s been two weeks. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight.”

He presses his lips together, but I can’t tell if he’s trying not to laugh or if he’s trying not to say the word. Squeezing his eyes shut, he begins shaking his head. “I can’t. I can’t—fuuuuuuuuuucking Goddamn motherfucking Beetlejuice.”

I quickly slide off him so I’m kneeling at his side, then I pull down his boxers to free his thick cock. As soon as I take him into my mouth, his cum shoots out, the bitter warmth sliding down the back of my throat. I bob my head as his cock throbs with each