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I rub my forehead, a headache forming. “Yeah. That’s not good,” I murmur.

“But, yeah,” he continues, “from what I’ve seen, Ben treats Devyn well. I can’t fault him for that.”

“Wow.Anselbeing rational?”

He bares his teeth at me. “You know I hate that name,” he warns me.

Secretly, I think it’s handsome, but he would kill me if I told him that.

Ace has been the nickname he’s had since he was a teenager, and it took him until our fifth date to finally tell me his legal name.

I give him a playful smile. “And you know I can’t stand when you call mepumpkin.”

He reaches up and ruffles my hair. “But it’s cute, and you’re just sofuckingcute.”

But my phone buzzes with a text, interrupting his teasing, and Ace watches over my shoulder as I read it.

It’s from Devyn.

Hi! I had a great time the other night, but you need to work on your racing skills.

Ace laughs obnoxiously, so hard he almost falls off the couch.

I scowl at him. “It wasn’tthatfunny.”

“You can’t play a basic video game,” he wheezes. “Itisthat funny.”

I continue to glare at him as he looks at the phone in my hand.

“Well? Ask her to come over!” he demands.

I tilt my head. “Not after you made fun of me,” I say lowly.

He groans. “Con?—”

“Ansel—”

He lunges at me and wrestles the phone from my hands. I end up on top of him, my chest pressed to his back as he wriggles underneath me, hiding the phone from my reach as he texts Devyn.

“You have yourownphone,” I snarl at him, attempting to crush him with my body weight. “It’srudeto use someone else’s phone.”

“I’m sorry, Mister Perfect, but I’m tired of you waiting to ask her out.”

But I don’t really fight him. My cock is already half-hard against his back, and it’s difficult to stay mad at him when I’m drowning in his rich lavender scent.

It’s hard toeverstay mad at him, honestly.

I huff a sigh in defeat. “You’re lucky I love you,” I murmur, nipping at the back of his neck.

“Extremely,” he agrees in a strained voice, collapsing onto the couch with anoomph.“But you’re fucking huge, and you need to get off me before I suffocate.”

“I thought you liked when you couldn’t breathe,” I murmur, thrusting my hips against his ass.

“Only when you choke me, fucker.”

I huff out a laugh and roll off him. Secretly, I’m pleased that he was the one that took over the situation.

I’m strong in a lot of ways, but Devyn makes me weak. She makes me overthink, doubt, and second-guess everything.