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Joel picked up my right hand and slowly licked my fingers one by one, his dark green eyes never leaving mine. I held my breath at the arousing impact of his warm tongue, and Joel flashed me a wicked grin.
"Stay tuned," he whispered before dropping my hand and joining our son.
I could see it in the depths of his eyes; there was more on his mind than sucking my fingers. But with Jonathan impatiently calling, there wasn't the chance to do much more.
That chance comes this evening, after the candles burn low, after the meal is eaten and after Jonathan goes to bed?