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“Such as good little slut. Milking that cock. Keep squeezing, baby. Pull it deep inside of you.” Axel’s body tenses as he jerks behind me as hot streams of semen spurt inside of me.

“Mine.” Oliver grips my head and slams his mouth against mine as his cock pulsates inside of me. I’ve never felt more loved or devoted than I do at this moment. Every inch of my skin is overstimulated to the point that the hairs on my arms stand straight out.

They both slip out of me, and Axel slides his finger between my legs, scooping up both their semen and shoving his finger into my core. “That’s where our baby belongs. We’re going to coat this pussy so full of semen that it’s going to drip down your legs. And we’re going to shove it back inside of you.”

He climbs onto the bed as Oliver leads me upward to the pillows. “We can’t.” I shake my head. “The divorce–”

“The paperwork has been drawn up for you to sign, and our security firm will hand deliver it to Mario tomorrow. It’s all but over.”

“Now sleep, princess.” Axel kisses my temple as they cradle me between them. “You’ve got 30 minutes to rest before we take you again.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Oliver

One Week Later

As I walk around the multi-shop building we’re constructing, I listen to the foreman detail the progress that’s been made and what’s left to finalize before the 18-month project is finalized. With 10 simultaneous projects, Jeff is one of the many foremen we have on staff.

“Once the electricians have the wiring installed, we’ll start on the sheetrock and fixtures. Nash will take over at that point and finalize the fireplace construction and exterior stone masonry.”

“Well done. As usual. Not that I expected anything different.” I dig my cell phone from my back pocket. “Isn’t Nash still on the law office project?” He’s one of the best stonemasons in the city.

“Yes, but he should be done in the next two weeks. His current project should wrap up simultaneously to the electrical being completed. Even with the pending weather, we’ll be a month in the green on the Gantt chart.”

“Excellent.” I scan through my messages, finding nothing urgent, and stuff my phone back into my pocket. “Tell everyone great job and keep it up. If we come in ahead of schedule, everyone will get the allotted bonus.”

“Perfect.” Jeff smiles and nods. I don’t have to tell him not to cut corners to get the bonus. He’s been with us for several years and understands quality is more important than speed. We build time into our contracts to ensure a happy customer experience.

“I’ll check in next week.” I pat his shoulder and head to my Jeep. I’ve made it to half of the sites today, with the rest scheduled for tomorrow.

As I climb into my vehicle, I check my watch. Axel should be back at the office soon, and hopefully with good news. He was set to meet with a potential customer an hour ago. It takes a lot to keep our projects running smoothly, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

When we started out, we worked for another company but soon realized we preferred the responsibility of operating our own company and choosing projects that spoke to our vision. Not to mention, the adrenaline rush of sealing the deals and coming in ahead of schedule never gets old.

When I pull into the parking lot, I frown. Axel’s spot is vacant, leaving Rylee to run the office on her own. Not that she isn’t doing a stellar job of handling things. She hasn’t burned a coffee pot in weeks. Actually, once she stopped worrying every time the phone rang, she took on more responsibilities and seems to thrive on the challenges we’ve thrown at her.

The problem is the non-descript four-door sedan parked near the front door. I don’t recognize it. As I slam the door, memories of the previous night flood my brain. The woman is definitely enjoying a challenge. Whoever is bugging her needs to leave. I don’t care if it’s one of our clients or not. I need my hands and mouth on her in about 10 seconds.

I stop when I see the license plate. California. Asshole. My teeth grind together as I stomp to the door and swing it open. A man stands in front of Rylee’s desk, pointing his finger at her and waving an envelope. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’ve lost your mind. You aren’t getting away with this.”

Rylee glances at me under her lashes as she rolls her eyes. That’s it, baby. Claim your power. Besides, we’ve always got her back. “Rylee, is there a problem?”

“No.” She smiles at me, causing Mario’s eyes to narrow into tiny slits. The expression makes him look like an angry baby. “Everything’s fine.”

This punk has made a huge mistake coming here and thinking he’s going to gaslight Rylee anymore. And he is a punk. He may be tall, but he’s lanky and no match for me. I rotate my shoulders and pop my neck. If she needs backup, she’s got it.

“Everything is not fine. Sunny is my daughter, and you’re not taking her away from me. You’re too stupid to raise her on your own. Hell, you don’t even know how to balance a checkbook or buy groceries.”

I’m going to fuck him up. My hands ball into fists as I eat up the distance between us. Hold on. Calm down. You’re a professional businessman and not a street fighter. Axel will go ape shit if you beat him until he needs an ambulance. But I’d sure the fuck feel good doing it.

Mario slaps the envelope down on the desk. “You can’t hide my daughter from me. And to have me served divorce papers at the bar in front of all my friends.” His face is red as a tomato as he sucks down a gulp of air. “And give up all rights to Sunny.”

“Dude, you need to calm down.” I stop behind him, blocking his exit to the door. He makes one move, and I’m going to enjoy every last second of it. I’d love nothing more than to land my fist in the middle of his face for hurting Rylee and Sunny.

“Mind your own fucking business.” He spins on his heel to face me. When he realizes how close I am, he steps back as a momentary flash of fear skates through his eyes.

“Rylee is my business.” I grasp his shoulder and dig my fingertips into his flesh. “And to be clear, it was my brother and I’s idea, not Rylee’s, to have you served in front of your friends. We thought it was appropriate after the years of gaslighting and abuse you gave her.”

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