I shoved him off, spraying the room with air freshener as he scrambled under the bed. I kicked my discarded clothes out of sight and wrapped a towel around my body, pretending I was about to jump in the shower.

"Mom, you home?" I hollered, cracking my door open. "I think Dad’s working in the garage!" My chest heaved. I had nearly suffered a heart attack.

When her footsteps retreated toward the kitchen, I motioned for Jacob to come out. He rolled from under the frame, dusting off his clothes. Stepping close, he pressed a kiss to my lips and gave my ass a sharp slap.

"We’re not finished," he...