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He thrusts in slightly, making me so glad once again I’m on the pill. Then he draws back, jaw locked. “Austyn...”

“Take me,” I moan, unwilling to think beyond of the pleasure of him.

“Fuck, Austyn.” Mitch holds himself perfectly still.

As if I’m going to ask him to stop. Still, I pant, “More.”

“Are you sure?” He rubs a knuckle across one of my nipples, causing my entrance to contract on his bulbous head.

I clasp his face and pull him toward me for a quick kiss. My walls contract on him even as he glides deep inside. Holding himself still, we both enjoy the sensation of being skin on skin.

Mitch buries his head into my shoulder as he seats himself fully. For a moment, I wait for him to get his bearings until the sensation is too much. I massage him from the inside.

And he loses control.

The hair at the base of his cock brushes up against my clit perfectly in this position as he holds my knees spread wide to accept his thrusts. I claw for purchase as I try to keep my sanity when he strikes that perfect spot over and over. His eyes hold mine as we reach our crescendo. Together.

Coming down, he leans into me as our mingled fluid leaks out of me and over us. Pressing a kiss against the side of my neck, he murmurs, “There’s no question about it. You’re perfect, Austyn Kensington.”

I nod against his shoulder. When I get my breath back a few seconds later, I manage, “You just can’t hold my father against me. He was yours before he was mine.”

Mitch’s laughter rings out so loud I’m not certain Trevor won’t wake up from the guffaws echoing inside my bedroom.

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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

It’s like watching the privileged abandon the Titanic. All the celebrities are fleeing New York for the holidays. Our sincere hope is the employees at Teterboro, La Guardia, and JFK are being treated with kindness and respect.

—Stella Nova

Edited to add: Sorry, Newark! Didn’t mean to leave all of you out!

Austyn came storming into LLF while Beckett met with Carys and his legal team earlier.

“This isn’t one of those times when you want to be my father’s bodyguard, Mitch,” she warned me.

“What happened?” I demand.

“Mama’s missing.”

“What the hell do you mean ‘missing’?”

I had to restrain her from charging in to see Carys until I could calm her down.

She regains her composure and explains. “Every day, after you’ve left for work, I’ve tried to contact Mama, my uncles. Hell, I’ve even tried to contact my grandfather.”

I snarl in anger over the last, but Austyn dresses me down. “She’s my mother, Mitch. She means everything to me!”

“Sorry, Beats. Go on.”

“For three days no one is answering.”

I usher her back and listen while she explains the whole story to Beckett and Carys. Pacing back and forth in front of the windows allowing the December sun through she informs us all, “There isn’t a day where I don’t connect in some way with my mama. Whether it’s just a funny emoji, a GIF, a news article, something. She’s always been that person I can tell anything to. Hell, when I got the letter from you, I immediately contacted her while I was on tour on a video chat, buck-ass naked, where I’d just left—‍”

Angie coughs loudly, interrupting her rant.

Beckett’s face is pained. “There are some things we don’t need to know, young lady.”

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