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ETHAN

My phone rings just as the sun’s soft glow spills into the bedroom. Worried it might be Doc or Jackson, I check it. It’s a familiar Boston number, and I mentally curse.

I send it to voicemail repeatedly, but my toxic ex lingers worse than the stench of a locker room after a weekend tournament. She’ll undoubtedly give me hell, especially if news of my relationship has made its way through her social circles.

Of course, it has. Why else would she care?

I have zero to be ashamed of. My divorce is final, and Aurora is mine. Nothing matters except for the girl snuggling my chest, gazing up at me, probably wondering why my phone keeps waking her.

“Sorry.” I refuse the call again and set the phone on the nightstand.

I tangle my fingers in her messy hair and lower my mouth to her lips just as the damn device vibrates on the table. I close my eyes, drop my forehead to hers, and release a frustrated sigh.

When I pull away, her brows are pinched in confusion, and as much as I wish to keep this from her, I know I can’t, not if I want her to trust me.

“This will not be a pretty conversation. I can go outside or have it here, but my ex won’t stop until she bitches me out.”

Aurora scoffs and reaches for my phone. I attempt to snatch it to prevent the impending nightmare, but before I’m able, she’s answering.

“Hello.”

“This must be the swimsuit model .” Every word drips indignation. “Screening his calls already?”

My brat rolls her eyes. “That would be me. And you are?”

“His wife , or at least I was, until you started riding his dick.”

“Were you? That’s too bad.”

Aurora’s dry sarcasm trumps my ex’s taunting. This is not at all how I thought this would go.

“So, how’s my husband’s cock?”

God, I hate that voice. The tone is obnoxious, as if she were sitting down with her snobby friends and asking about someone’s kid. So, how’s little Michael?

Whiskey eyes fix on mine, and she breaks into a satisfied smile. “Very well, thank you. Ten out of ten. Will definitely come again. In fact, I have. Many, many times.”

My cheeks heat. I can’t believe this girl has me blushing.

She bites her bottom lip to hold in her fit of naughty giggles, and I throw my arm over my face to keep from laughing too.

I think my ex is stunned speechless. I doubt anyone has dared speak to her this way.

“Well, good talk. Don’t call again.” Aurora ends the pointless conversation and reaches over me to set the phone on the nightstand.

I pull her on top of me but can’t kiss her because I’m cheesing too hard. “Ten out of ten, huh?”

She straddles me, wearing only my T-shirt, and my dick takes notice. “I may have been exaggerating.” She playfully shrugs.

“Oh, yeah? Get on your knees, and I’ll remind you.”

When she doesn’t, I slap her ass, and those eyes twinkle with mischief.

She smiles—fucking smiles—and drags her shirt over her head.

The best set of tits I’ve ever seen momentarily distract me. Although I’m fond of staring at them, she’s being defiant.

“You trying to work me up?” I pinch her nipples. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

She whimpers and grinds against my erection. “I wanna taste you.”

As much as I’d love her mouth wrapped around me, that’s not what I said, and I’m not allowing her to defy me.

“I’m going to fuck you into next week for ignoring me. Is that what you want?”

The teasing brat grins and scrambles onto her knees, face in the mattress.

I remove my boxers and position myself behind her, taking a minute to appreciate what’s mine.

That arch. Those butt dimples. That bare, pink pussy.

“Fucking perfect.”

I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, resulting in a breathy gasp, then a whiny moan when I lick from clit to hole. I’m drooling over her sweet, tangy taste, my dick throbbing at the thought of my cum still inside her.

In the bedroom, I have no shame. I enjoy everything about sex, the nastier, the better, especially with Aurora. She lets me do whatever I want and is always so responsive.

I continue my exploration, paying close attention to her swollen clit and pink pucker. I run my thumb around her tight hole. “Anyone ever fuck your ass, baby girl?”

I drip precum when she replies with a nervous “No.”

“We’ll have to work up to that.”

My voice is breathless. I’ll be dreaming about taking her ass. She has no idea what she’s unleashed. I want to ruin her in the best of ways, have her on her knees for me, begging.

I clasp the back of her neck, pressing her into the mattress as I alternate between rubbing her clit and finger-fucking her.

Not until she’s pleading, “Ethan, please,” do I give her what she wants, pounding into her with punishing thrusts.

Gruff words flow from my lips with no restraint. “This needy pussy loves taking my cock, doesn’t it?”

She releases a whimpering moan and fists the sheets.

I slap her ass with enough force to leave a handprint. “Tell me.”

“Oh God, Ethan, yes. Don’t stop.”

She’s so close, she’s gripping me, and I’m not far behind.

I move my hand from her nape to fist her hair, bringing my other arm around her chest to lift her onto my lap. Aurora doesn’t hesitate. She rides me like a porn star, her head falling to my shoulder, her fingers teasing her nipples as her ass bounces on my thighs.

Fuck, I love it. All of it.

I clasp her throat, working her clit with my other hand. “Come for me.” My voice is gravelly, a growl in her ear. “Squeeze that tight cunt around me. Milk my fucking cock.”

A few more strokes, and she’s screaming my name.

Her intense orgasm triggers mine, and I can’t hold back.

“Fuck, baby. I’m addicted to this pussy.” My stomach clenches, and my heart races so fast, I can barely breathe. “I never want this to end.”

I’m losing it, caught up in the high. I have no control when I’m buried deep inside this girl.

We collapse to the mattress, my forehead on her shoulder, both of us gasping. It takes all my energy to roll off her and draw her to me.