Chapter 3

Watching her giggle and play innocent, I couldn't stay mad at her.

I grabbed her face. That smug expression twisted into something else entirely.

By the time we finished, the soup in the kitchen was ruined.

Full and satisfied, I swaggered off to play with our son, Jamie Foxall.

I was in my forties and had a kid who had just turned one.

He was fair and chubby, as cute as his mom.

At the thought of Emily, I got turned on again.

When I got up to leave, she was still lying on the floor, not even bothering to…