“I didn’t know there would be rules.”

“Yes, well, you don’t know a lot of things when it comes to this marriage, so no surprise there.” She checks something off on her list, ensuring that backhanded insult sinks in. In the back of my mind, I think . . . insult or truth? My pride is convincing me it’s an insult. “As for the usage of vehicles. I’ll be acquiring both.”

“What?” I shout. “How the hell did you figure that?”

“Easily, I’m the one who regularly maintains them. I’m the one who takes them to get serviced, makes the payments on them, and ensures they’re charged. Therefore, I will be acquiring both.”

“Why the hell do you need two cars?”

“I don’t. But it’s the principle of the thing. I don’t need all the food in the fridge, but hey, that’s what happens when you piss me off and use sex as a weapon. It comes back to haunt you tenfold. Now, shall we discuss clothing?”

“You’re not fucking taking my clothes.”

“God, no.” She shakes her head. “What on earth would I do with your clothes?”

“I don’t know, Myla. What will you do with two cars?”

“Treat them as if they’re my children and take them out every day so their tires don’t get stiff, obviously.” I roll my eyes. That sass of hers is on full display now that she’s no longer nervous and on a roll. “Now, clothes. I’ve confiscated the latest batch of laundry that I just washed and folded for you. Since I put the time in to take care of them, they belong to me, but if you would like them back—which you might since your lucky running shorts are in there—you can repay me for my dirty work.”

“Fine, how much? I have cash.”

“I don’t want your money.”

Jesus Christ. “Then what do you want, Myla?”

“It’s simple. You made it quite clear last night that there is one thing I want from you, one thing I can’t seem to forget when it comes to you—and that’s sex.”

“You want me to fuck you for my clothes?”

“No, I don’t want your dick—”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Just your mouth,” she continues with returned hesitation. “If you want your clothes, then you make me come on your tongue.” She glances away, clutching her paper tightly. “Until then, your clothes are mine, as well as the receipts to pick up your dry cleaning.”

“What makes you think you’re doing me a disservice here?”

Her long lashes lift as she says, “You don’t think I know how hard and horny you get every time you go down on me? I know you. I know the way your body reacts when your tongue is buried between my legs. And I know the only way you’ll be fully satisfied after making me come all over your mouth is if you flip me onto my stomach, pull my ass into the air, and fuck me bare.”

I gulp because fuck, she’s right.