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“Am-Ambrose fu-fuck,” she stutters out.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m almost there, I promise, just a bit longer.” With one more clench from her, I’m done and exploding inside her. She grinds down on me until I can barely take the overstimulation anymore. Picking her up off my dick and pulling her into my lap where I can drown myself in her soft delicate kisses. Except these are so loving, so gentle with absolutely no trace of lust. Just pure adoration. It’s long and languid. I can feel my cum drop out of her onto my thigh and I break away.

“Let’s go clean up, I don't think anyone wants a painting with cum on it,” I say and she chuckles.

Chapter forty-two

Ambrose

I’ve been around the world and seen nearly every major sight. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can compare to the sight of Valerie laying in my arms freshly fucked.

Her hair is sprawled across the pillows, the golden hue of the morning sun making her golden locks appear even more caramel than usual. Her lips slightly parted with soft snores escaping them. Her body wrapped up between the sheets and me, taking up more space than necessary on her already small double bed.

Then there’s that fucking scar. I bend down and kiss it gently, anytime I’ve touched it, now included, she immediately starts to stir awake as if her body stores the trauma right there in the scar.

My kisses turn more and more sloppy as I move away from the scar and up towards her ear, as I feel her stirring increase.

“Good morning sweetheart,” I say next to her ear and she can’t even try to hide the smile that spreads across her face.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice laced with sleep and slightly hoarse from screaming. I smirk at the thought, after the paint ordeal we followed it up with one round in the shower and another sleepier round somewhere after midnight.

“How'd you sleep?” I start kissing her again, this time trailing down towards her chest.

“Like a baby, until I was rudely awoken by your dick poking me in my side.”

I chuckle against her skin, actually, it’s more of a genuine laugh. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve woken up and felt genuinely content and happy. I lay down on her chest allowing my full weight to rest on her.

“Ambrose,” she groans, struggling to try and lift me.

“Feeling sleepy,” I mumble.

“No c’mon you big baby,” she squeals when I pick her up and flip us over so she is lying on top of me. I gently brush a strand of hair out of her face.

“You look beautiful.” I pull her in for a kiss.

“Shut up,” she smacks my chest. “I know I look like shit.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” I smile, watching her soft features turn a deeper shade of red one by one, causing me to chuckle. “After all of this, I can still make you shy?”

She buries her head in my chest.

Her doorbell sounds throughout the house and she lifts her head with furrowed brows. “Are you expecting someone?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Karyn’s only supposed to be back on Wednesday when my papá gets discharged.”

I nod and she shifts off me so I can get up. I pull on my underwear when I hear a chuckle behind me.

“Nice scratch marks,” she says and I turn to look in a nearby mirror. My entire back is covered in them.

“You would swear I broke into a cat shelter last night.” I feign irritation and throw my T-shirt on too. Behind me, I can hear her fiddling and when I turn around she’s in a fluffy robe.

“I want coffee,” she smirks and follows me down the stairs.

When I reach the front door I look out through the peephole but see no one. I unlock the door and check outside. I don’t see anyone in the vicinity of the house, only the black security car on a post outside. I do find an envelope on the floor and a foreclosure sign on the front door. “Cazzo,” I sneer and rip it off the door.

“Who was it?” Valerie asks when I enter the living room. “What’s wrong?” She immediately switches to alarm when she sees my expression.

“This was taped to the door, and this on the mat.” I hand her both pieces of paper and watch as her eyes widen in horror.

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