Page 63 of The Fake Boyfriend Fiasco

Nik pressed a kiss to her lips. “Good. Our daughter is in love. But, since she is much smarter than me, I’m sure she won’t make a mess of it the way I did.”

A wry smile twisting her lips, Aria shifted until she was straddling him, face-to-face. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you handled things okay, in the end.”

“Was that praise I just heard? From my lovely wife? Surely not.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she snorted.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“Behave.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Kiss me, then.”

“Now that,” Nik grinned, “I can do.”

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