Page 32 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

Ryder

I look down at Avery, my cock buried deep in her mouth. She sucks. Hard. And swallows me down further.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My hand locks into her hair, desperately wanting to recline and fuck her face.

When I peer back up at Ezra, he’s smirking. With a knowing nod, he starts to close the door. “Come find me when you’re done. Both of you.”

“You got it.”

The door closes, and I fall back, dropping into the pleasure of Avery’s mouth and how she works me. Slowly, my hips cant up, seeking the end she’s promising me.

“Fuck, Avery. I want your puss so badly.” Even though it’s hard to catch my breath, she’s already got me on the brink of coming. “I want to plunge myself into that wet heat and hear you moan for me.”

She moans around me, and I’m swallowed into her throat. My hips push harder, and that soft gagging noise as she takes it has my balls drawing up.

How is she so perfect?

Time disappears, and I’m lost in the way she takes me, the tears streaming down her cheeks, how her mouth is spread wide around me, completely lax to take most of my cock down her throat.

Submerged in the pleasure, my orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, one pump just like the others, and my muscles seize me. My cum pulses out of me, and Avery sucks it down.

Fuck .

I’m still twitching as I glide out of her mouth. After a few strokes, she tucks me back in my pants. My hand falls down the side of her face, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb.

Avery blinks up at me, a mix of sultry and innocent as she draws my zipper up and puts me back to rights.

She stands, leaning over me to plant a chaste kiss on my mouth, but I pull her down against me, chests pressed together, and kiss her deeply.

God, I enjoy the way I can taste myself on her tongue.

I’m so fucking in love with her.

I never thought it would be possible again. But this feeling is so much more than what I ever experienced with Francesca. And we were weeks from getting married when she broke my heart.

“I want to eat you for lunch.”

Avery laughs, hazel eyes bright as she runs her hand through my hair, almost grooming me. I want more of this. I want it all the time. I want her. All the time.

“I’m serious. Promise me.” I nibble her bottom lip, enjoying how she wiggles against me.

“How can I turn down that offer?”

She could, but she wants it, too.

I finally let her go so that she can stand, and I follow her, brushing her hair back from her face and admiring her beauty—the plumpness of her lips, the strength and softness in her gaze, the silkiness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin.

It’s more than that, of course, that makes her beautiful. The better I get to know her, the more beautiful she is. A proclamation of my love lingers on the tip of my tongue. It’s too soon to confess it. Maybe.

Avery gives me a small smile and spreads her hands down my chest and stomach. “You look freshly fucked.”

My laughter booms so hard that I rock with it. “I’m not the one who looks fucked, my dear.”

“Mmm. Supremely satisfied, then.”

I lean in to whisper against the shell of her ear. “As you will be soon.”

Her delicate shiver is enticing, but then she pulls back and points a finger at me. “Straighten yourself out, Mr. Ashcroft. We have a meeting.”

I can’t help but grin as I do as I’m told, adjusting myself, brushing my clothes back into place, and combing my hair with my fingers. Presenting myself to her, I ask, “Acceptable, Miss Caruso?”

Avery makes a soft noise of assent and stalks toward the door like a predator.

I chase after her, watching the alluring way her ass sways as she walks. In Ezra’s office, Wyatt is already waiting for us, so I close the door.

“What’s going on?” she asks, stopping behind the empty chair opposite Ezra. Her hands grip the back, and the tension in the room cranks tighter. This isn’t a personal meeting, although it certainly feels like it.

Frowning, I watch Avery re-erecting the walls we’ve been battering against. This isn’t something she needs to do that for.

“We’ve had a leak. One of our competitors has filed a patent for the project you’ve been working on.” Ezra sits with his hands folded together on his desk. It’s almost a pleading gesture.

Avery’s shoulders stiffen, the playful glint in her eyes vanishes, and she shuts down completely. She doesn’t say anything, staring at Ezra as if waiting for the accusation. She’s already been accused once, of course. Falsely. We all know that.

“The board checked your cloud and determined it wasn’t you.” Voice even, gentle, but the news he breaks is bad. I can see it transform her even further.

Her eyes narrow, and her hands ball into fists. “You did what?”

She’s whisper quiet. My heart rockets in my chest.

Shit. This isn’t going well. Not at all the way we’d talked about when the news broke and the board did what it always did. Overreact. That was its main function, however, to take big steps to secure the company’s future.

Ezra slumps back in his chair like he’s been beaten. His jaw clenches as he meets her glare. “Sit, please.”

I touch the small of her back to guide her around to sit, but she bats my hand away, putting distance between us. It’s like a blow to the chest I wasn’t expecting.

“And what? Did you need to check my personal phone, too, just to be sure about me?” She pulls her phone from her pocket, unlocks it, and tosses it onto his desk.

A picture of her son—Ezra’s son—smiles up at us from the background.

Avery crosses her arms and waits.

Ezra makes no move to take the phone, maintaining her eye contact without flinching. “I never thought it was you. But I’m only one vote on the board.”

Red splotches form across her cheeks, but they don’t spread like they do when she’s embarrassed or aroused. She’s spitting mad, and I’m braced for her to throw something.

Ezra doesn’t seem to be.

I chance a glance at Wyatt, who’s watching Avery with the same concern growing in my gut.

Avery plants her hands on her hips, brow lifting in accusation. Then, she turns to pin Wyatt and me with her gaze. Calculating. Dissecting. Judging.

“Why did you fire Laurel?”

I shake my head to clear the discombobulation from that sharp turn.

Why would she ask about Laurel? It’s been clear this entire time that she and Laurel didn’t get along.

None of that is Avery’s fault. She’s never been anything but polite and professional as far as I’ve seen, and I really can’t imagine that she would behave any other way while at work.

Except for with us.

Numb shock spreads its icy tendrils between my ribs.

“Was that a board decision, too? Or do you only hide behind them when it comes to me?”

Fuck, she sounds so cold. Cut off.

I won’t be surprised if ice sprouts across the carpet and up the walls.

Ezra turns and pulls something from a drawer in his desk. The file in his hand is the one we said we wouldn’t show her.

He bats her phone away, back toward Avery, as he sets the folder on his desk. And he stares into her when he flips it open to show her the papers Laurel plastered over her office door. They spread, and Avery doesn’t offer even a flicker of emotion as she reads them.

But my anger rises, like it did when I found them. When I tore each paper down and crumpled them in my fists. When I wanted to punch something or someone for being such an awful human being.

Avery gives us nothing as a response, and I have to wonder, how many times has she had something like this happen to her? In how many ways?

Should we have responded differently?