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“What?”

“My wallet is in the office.” I take a deep breath. “Wait here, and I’ll go get it?”

“Forget it.” She pulls her skirt back up.

“No, wait.”

She stops, looking at me.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself while I jerk off for you.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks down at my erection.

“I can’t go back to the office like this.” I smile. “Masturbate for me, I want to see.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, then nods. Her hand moves down, and she spreads her legs, letting me watch as she touches her clit.

I exhale, closing my hand around my dick. “God, I want you so bad.” My hand strokes faster and faster as I watch her pleasure herself. The place fills with the sounds of our breathing, the wet noises of her fingers moving against her slick flesh.

She slips one finger inside, and I groan. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Watching her like this and not being able to fuck her is torture. From now on, I’ll carry a condom with me at all times.

I’ll tape it to my forehead if I have to.

Her eyes lock on me as she increases her pace, pressing on her clit, rubbing it in small circles.

My hand works hard, and I increase the pressure, imagining my dick sliding in and out of her. The shiver down my spine signals a powerful orgasm approaching, and I squeeze my cock, clenching my fist around it.

Ava’s body trembles, her eyes closing, head falling back,and she cries out as waves of her second orgasm crash over her. Her movements become erratic, desperate, as she rides out her pleasure.

I can’t hold back anymore, and seeing her come in front of me sends me over the edge. I come hard, my cum shooting out, landing on her thighs. I groan and grunt until the contractions stop, and for a long moment, only the sounds of our heavy breathing fill the space.

“Damn, Ava, that was intense.” And I haven’t even fucked her yet.

She looks away.

I grasp her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you regret it?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Thank God. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We’re legally married.”

“We’re also enemies,” she whispers.

“When we’re together, we’re not. We’re just Ava and Lucas, two people who are attracted to each other. That’s all. We’re just two people, no past, no history. Okay?”

She nods.

I retrieve her panties from the floor and use them to wipe her off, then shove them into my pocket. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No, you’re not.” Her eyes sparkle at me.

I smile. “No, I’m not.”

Chapter Twenty-One

AVA