When the hell did Lysette get so hot?? He finally thought he had it and looked up. “Quit it, you horny man! I know how much you were looking forward to parole.”
Which did make her grin, although it was kind of a beat-up example of one. Trouble let out a playful snarl and squirted between Lys and the pillow for hugs of her own. He pushed up close to her almost naked body. The off balance hop that was a better de***********ion of the spastic Hail Mary attempt made the ladder shift under him and it almost fell over. Figured. She laughed happily and watched her hardbodied hubby in the mirror as he moved behind her. “Please, God.” She prayed in silence for a good day and a hard limit on drama.