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“I’m ready,” she whispers, bending forward and bracing her hands on my sink.

I’m grateful for the invitation as I tug her panties down and spread her legs a little more. My cock is in my hand, ready to storm her body. When the head grazes her, Lux shudders.

The jolt courses through me too, and instead of going in right away, I begin to brush her pussy with my dick, like I’m painting pleasure over her with up and down and circular strokes. Her mouth flies open, and when I don’t think I can hold on anymore, I push past her folds all the way in and begin to pound her until we burst together.

My heart is erratic, not just because of what we just did, but because of so many things. I am finally in love with someone that matches me in every way, and I’m able to live this freely. I turn her around and hug her.

“Te amo tanto.” The words fall from my lips, and they don’t want to make me run.

Her hands tighten on my back. “I love you too.”

When we come down from the high, I take her by the hand and lay her in my bed, where I bury my face in her pussy, and we start all over again.

23

Oliver

I hate Wednesdays. It’s my administrative day. This is the day when I go through bills and take care of anything that deals with paperwork. I keep things neatly organized because I hate scrambling when tax season comes around.

I pull out the credit card bill to make sure all the charges are correct. I go through the data and am not surprised to see how often my daughter has visited the accessories store or the shoe store.

I chuckle. The last couple of years have brought such a difference into our lives. She is more clothing and shoes conscious—well, the type of clothing and shoes. She doesn’t like little girl things anymore. And the accessories have definitely been a new addition. We spend money on earrings, headbands, and, God help me, lip gloss.

I shake my head and look over the phone bill. I expect to see Bron’s number all the way down with mine sprinkled throughout, but more recently, all her texting with Lux has increased and become part of the roster. They talk a lot. I try not to pry, but I’ve peeked in on it. They exchange outfit ideas, and she asks Lux what she thinks of her “fits,” as she calls her looks.

Lux has been so gentle with her, and her advice is solid. She often discourages things that I would also veto. But she tells her what would be flattering on Ayla’s figure.

I almost screamed when she told her about maximizing her beautiful legs. I held myself back because it was followed by advice on not showing too much because leaving a little to the imagination is always classier and more appropriate for her age. She advised Ayla to develop styles that are purely fashion to make her mark instead of trying to be sexy. That will come naturally from her confidence.

Then, the 510 area code grabs my attention. It’s also sprinkled throughout. It appears fifteen times in the past two weeks. It shows up in the mornings after 8:30, when she’s already in school, and in the afternoons. It’s there late at night, when my daughter should be asleep.

I start to pull out my phone but think better of it. This may be all that talk about boys we had a while back. But what boy does she know with this area code?

What if it’s some predator she met online, trying to lure my baby?

I open my phone and look through the parental guidance to find all her texts. I don’t get to see the number because there’s a thread that stops me cold. It’s labeled Mommy.

My stomach dives, plunging to the floor.

I’m almost reluctant as I go into the conversation.

Mommy

I’m going to send you a pair of those rose-gold high-tops you liked so much. You can consider them a late birthday present.

Ayla

Really? Thank you.

She’s talking to Noris.

I ignore the twisting in my guts and follow the thread back. My phone pings text messages from Lux and my crew chief, but I dismiss all of them. I go all the way back to two weeks ago and start reading from there.

Two fucking weeks. Noris has been talking to Ayla for two weeks, and I didn’t know about it. Why didn’t A say anything?

Ayla

I can’t believe we’re talking.