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Akoni had been disappointed to discover that he couldn’t go visit his sister.

“She’ll be home in two days,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but still. I was worried all morning until the secretary called me outta class to tell me she was okay.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay. Rules are rules and you said I could stay home with her for the first three days so we could hang.”

I ruffled his hair and he ducked his head away from me.

“You’re a great big brother, kiddo.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go shower now.”

He hurried away towards his room.

“Mo-mo finally fell asleep,” Proslo said, returning from settling her down. Unlike Maui, we couldn’t trust her to remain in bed and look at picture books until she drifted off. No, Mo-mo would sneak into the half bath and play in the sink, making a mess or try to sneak out into the hall to go into the playroom. The only thing that worked was reading to her until she fell asleep. Sometimes that only took a few paragraphs. Other times it could take up to four chapters.

“Only an hour this time,” I said.

He grunted.

“I’m going for a shower. Wash my back?”

He looked at me in surprise. The past two weeks, we’d both been too stressed from Kaia’s upcoming surgery to even think about sex. Now, however, my libido was awake and wanting to cha cha.

“You naked in the shower?” he asked, pursing his lips thoughtfully as his gaze grew heated and his eyes turned into reptilian slits. “Watching water run down your bare skin will make me want to dirty you up, not help you get clean.”

“Bring it on,” I challenged him. Yep, that whole “celebrate life with raunchy sex after the specter of death was vanquished” thing turned out to be real.

“Lead on,” he said.

I began stripping as soon as I was through the bedroom door, secure in the knowledge that none of our children was around to see me by accident.

He growled, closing the door behind him, toeing off his boots and flicking open the button of his trousers with enough haste that he accidentally tore it off.

“Whoops!” I laughed, sliding off my leggings.

With that last piece of clothing off of me, I finally felt free. It was as if I’d peeled off the final layers of worry and stress.

Proslo’s response was to pick me up and toss me onto our bed.

“Can’t wait,” he told me, his scales peeking through the skin along his cheeks and jaw. God, that was sexy.

I bent my knees and spread my legs. “Then don’t.”

He climbed onto the bed, crawling over in me in a manner that could only be described as a prowl.

“You set my blood on fire, female,” his voice rasped before he lowered his lips to mine, claiming them in a bruising kiss.

I pulled my head back, nipping his lip as I did so.

“Sweet talk me you all you like but if you don’t get around to fucking me right goddamned now, I guess I’ll just have to satisfy myself.”