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“I’m grabbing some water. I can’t believe she’s still torn between them. Ansel seriously loves her, and Dylan is a total dog. Why do these girls always make the wrong choice when it’s so clear?” Ayla walks out of her room with her phone in her hand.

I raise my arms from Lux’s ass to her back, and we pull apart. Lux’s mouth has drifted open, her lips red from our kisses.

Ayla stops to look at us, and a couple of seconds tick by. “I need some water,” she finally says.

And now the three of us are staring at each other.

“Sure. We were just talking.” And I could slap myself because that is the most ridiculous thing I could have said. My face heats up, and to make it worse, my daughter smiles as she walks past us to the fridge.

Then she grabs a bottle of water and heads back to her room. In front of her door, she turns around, still smiling. “Good night.”

I’m frozen, watching the door. Lux drops her head on my chest.

And that’s when we hear giggling.

“Oh my god. I want to die.”

My heart is pounding, but one thing is clear to me: Ayla is not upset. “I don’t think she knows…”

“She watches TV. Of course she knows what we were doing. You want to go talk to her?” Lux insists.

I shake my head. “We were just kissing. All she saw was when we were hugging.”

“And on the way to more.” Lux runs a hand through her hair. Her color is heightened, and she looks stressed and worried, and for some reason, it’s the most endearing thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s the one, the right person for me. And that frees me to want to go further with her.

“Want to spend the night? We can go to my room and continue where we left off?”

Her mouth drops open. Her eyes are impossibly wide as they bounce between the hallway and my face, her silent question louder than my heartbeat.

“Let’s take a chance.” I take her hand and lead her to my room, turning out the lights as we walk down the hallway.

We open the door, step in, and close it. I lock it while she’s standing in place.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

And there’s something about her being in my bedroom—where she is sometimes the last thought before I fall asleep—that makes my whole body stir.

I can picture her naked, without the jeans and white top, and I crave the feeling of her skin against mine. My mouth thirsts for her.

I don’t answer. Instead, I pounce, taking her in my arms, kissing her again. She clings to me, and we end up on my mattress, tangled up. The sound of our kisses is the soundtrack, revving my blood until she hums, and we break apart, breathless.

“We’re too loud,” Lux says.

I reach for the remote and turn on my TV to an action movie where the explosions begin right away. Our eyes on each other, we shrug our clothes off, setting a record for how fast we get naked. She’s standing in front of me in a pink matching boy shorts and bra set. Nothing’s hotter than that because she knows how much I like to peel her undies off.

And it flashes before my eyes how I want to fuck her first. I pull her to my bathroom and close the door, and I bring her to the vanity, facing the mirror.

“I want to see your tits bounce in the mirror while I make you come.”

She nods, her darkened eyes staring at me over the mirror. I see my own need reflected in her. Her mouth tilts to meet mine. My hands roam her belly to cup her tits, and she pulls her mouth from mine to watch.

“I want to see everything you do to me.”

My dick gets harder, and I rub it against her ass.

She moans softly and lets her head drift back against my chest, and her mouth meets mine again. I sneak a hand between her legs and pet her pussy.