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way.” He lurched forward and practiced with her in that moment, making sure she was as limber as she was suggesting. Practicing was important.
    She sighed when he rubbed himself all over her.
    “Okay, Mari. I promise I’ll do whatever you ask, if you’ll make my garage fantasies come true tomorrow.”
    She nodded, grinning at him and touching her nipples with her naughty fingertips.
    Maybe he’d bring a soda so he could drink one afterward. He might need it if she was going to let him moan and scream, too.

Chapter 3
     
    “What has you so upset?” Adam’s mom asked.
    “You know what has me like this.” He gripped the back of his head.
    She sat next to him, and he scooted away, creating distance. “It wasn’t done to upset you. He just wants to make things better.”
    “By taking me to court?” Adam huffed, his voice going up in pitch. He gripped the edge of the couch.
    “You wouldn’t talk to him or discuss this with him. He wants some rights.” Her fingers flexed on her lap. Was she going to try and touch him?
    Adam stood. “You know what? Fine. He can have all the rights. I don’t want anything to do with him or his music.” He pointed down the hallway. “You tell him I don’t want any credit. See—then he has no claim on me. I did that because it was his birthday, not because I wanted to make any money off it. How was I supposed to know it would be so popular?”
    “You have a gift. We both realize that—your father and I want to help you. This could make you a lot more money. It already helped you gather a down-payment for your home.” She slouched and leaned toward him. Was she about to hug him?
    His spine stiffened, and he angled away from her. “That’s fine. I’ll give you all the money back.” He flinched.
    “No, Adam.” Her eyes went wide. “That’s not why he did that. It’s not about the money—it’s about having some claim over you as your father. It’s about you recognizing him.”
    Adam’s shoulders went back. “I told you—I did it for his birthday. Obviously I was recognizing him as my father! He wants money, or why would he be claiming rights to the song?”
    “Forget it. It’s clear you’re still not ready to talk about this. He made money on it for you. He gave all the money to you —had Dustin put it straight into your joint account with him. If you’d just let him, your father could market you, and you could do what you love, instead of languishing away in some medical office.”
    His eyes twitched, and his back was on fire as he damn near shouted, “I am not languishing! I’m good at what I do! Ask Dad—my real dad, not Thomas! I don’t know that man!” He was pointing down the hallway once more. “And see if I ever do anything nice for him ever again!”
    He stomped through the living room and toward the door.
    As soon as he was in his car, tears flooded down his cheeks.
    His fingers shook as he held the steering wheel and raced down the street.
    “Ahhhhhh! I hate that man!” he hollered over and over again.
    The minute he was inside his house, he blasted down the hallway in search of his wife.
    She was napping, and Button was in his crib, sleeping as well.
    He went to Mari’s side, grabbed her into his arms and before she could speak, he was heading to the garage.
    “I spoke to her like you wanted me to. Now, you’re coming with me. In the car—strip, and I’ll tell you what I want,” he growled.
    She blinked with rapidly changing emotions crossing her features—shock, elation and being turned on. All of this while she was still waking up.
    “What’re you . . . I mean, did you . . .”
    “Shhh. I talked to Sarah, and that’s all I’m gonna tell you about it right now. I don’t want to talk about all that mess until after I’ve had you.” He kissed her, then opened the door to the garage. “When I’ve had my fill, then we can talk. So no more. I want quiet in this garage. This is my space, and you’re only to breathe hard and