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“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” Aisling says as she pins me with a look while pointing her finger at me. “What do you think?”

“I think I need to fuck you,” I growl, moving in before her hand darts out, stopping me in my tracks. “What the⁠—”

“Not so fast. We can’t have sex right now.”

“Why the hell not?”

She better be fucking joking.

“Everyone knows you can’t have sex after getting a wax,” Aisling says in a tone like I should have known this was coming.

“Are you fucking serious?” I ask completely dumbfounded.

If I had known that, I would have fucked her first.

“Dead serious.”

“For how long?”

“About two days,” she says like it’s not a big deal. Like my balls won’t fall off in the process.

“Two days?” I ask in disbelief.

Two whole days going without the pussy I didn’t have for a year and a half to finally having it back is going to be its own form of torture.

“I think you’ll survive.” She pats me on my shoulder as she walks past me. “I need to get Cormac up and get ready for work. Do you mind starting a pot of coffee?”

Do I mind starting a pot of coffee after being dealt a blow?

“Sure, baby doll.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

AISLING

Hash insisted on driving me to work, which meant he also had to drop Cormac off at daycare with me.

I was adamant that I could drive myself, but he asked when the last time I had my car in for an oil change and a tune-up was, and I couldn’t give him an answer which earned me a “Are you fucking kidding me, Aisling?”

I caved because my car does need a little TLC. Actually, probably more than a little, but I lost count of the number of noises it randomly makes because anytime it decides to talk to me, I turn the radio up and tune it out.

It worked out for the better though because Hash could see Cormac’s daycare and meet the ladies who watch him as well as get put on the list of approved people to pick him up if I need it.

“You know you’re going to have to pick me up from work, right?” I ask as we stand on the sidewalk in front of the salon.

Hash pins me with a look that says, “Really?” as he stares me down on the sidewalk.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell him. “I was just making sure you don’t forget me.”

“Didn’t forget you for eighteen months, not going to forget you in eight hours, baby doll.”

“Okay,” I whisper, trying not to let it show how much those words affected me as my belly gets all warm and fluttery.

“Come here.” Hash wraps his arm around me and pulls me flush against his hard body. My arms circle around his waist as I hold on tight. “Have a good day at work. I’ll see you when you get off,” Hash says before he leans down and places a kiss on my lips.

“Try not to fuck up my car,” I wink and I slap his ass as we pull away.