Page 3 of An Ex Affair

“Yes, ma’am.” I dipped my head and kissed her again, tilting my hips and pushing inside of her further. She was tight and hot and so damn blissful I could imagine myself needing to stay right here inside of her forever. My eyes rolled back in my head.

Her heel whacked me on the ass and my eyes refocused. “Hey!”

Her gaze burned into me, my fierce princess. “Don’t you hold back on me.”

She was right. She might be short, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in spirit. I could trust that she’d tell me if I was hurting her. So I backed up a bit and then thrust all the way into her. I dropped my head and groaned. The feel of being completely inside of her, my balls hitting up against that luscious ass, all of it was too much. I pulled back out and slid forcefully back in. My brain was exploding with colors and sounds and anewfound appreciation for all that I’d been missing out on. Fuck, sex was awesome!

My truck began lurching back and forth with each thrust, and I was pretty sure I made just as much noise as Tully, but all of a sudden, she somehow squeezed my cock and her back arched off the bed of the truck like she was offering her boobs to me. Honestly, I’d been hanging by a thread already, so her pussy milking my cock was overload. Lightning bolts of pleasure hit the base of my spine all at once and my body locked up. Stars shot across my eyes. My balls drew up painfully tight and then I was spewing into her, my body out of my control completely.

Time took a funny jump and I found myself lying on top of her, my head on her shoulder and her legs intertwined with mine as we both just breathed. My knees ached from the hard truck bed, but everything else felt a level of euphoria I couldn’t comprehend. Tully blew out a breath, and I realized I must be crushing her.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered in awe. I lifted my head and grinned at her. Her hand was over her eyes, the gold band glinting in the candlelight. “Let’s do that again.”

And just like that, I was hard as a rock and thankful I brought the whole box of condoms I’d bought two towns over yesterday.

CHAPTER ONE

Tully

Present

“Move, bitch.”

Some cretin with body odor elbowed me out of the way and kept walking down the busy sidewalk like my place on this hot pavement didn’t matter. The indignity of it all was what snapped me out of my stupor. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Sadly, I was the camel in this scenario, and I’d had more straw thrown at me today than I could handle.

“You coulda just walked around, asshole!” I snapped right back.

The guy had the nerve to raise his fist in the air and flip me off without so much as turning around. Several heads turned in my direction, but everyone kept walking. Los Angeles was quickly becoming New York, everyone lost in their own little worlds, heads bowed over devices.

I huffed and pulled out my own device from my pants pocket, which was surprisingly quiet. Usually this thing started vibratingwith notifications the second it came out of “do not disturb” mode until I turned it off again at night. The frown crept over my face, followed by a distinct feeling of numbness. Officially in a panic, I fired off a text to my agent, Joselyn West, demanding she call me back as soon as possible. Then I fired off another text to my assistant, the one the studio had hired for me. At least she answered right away.

Liv: I don’t work for you anymore. Lose my number.

“The nerve!” I gasped out loud. More heads turned, and one lady threw a dollar bill at me. It bounced off my bright red bodysuit and hit the pavement. My jaw dropped.

I had to get out of here. If I was going to have a breakdown—and the money thrown at me indicated I was well on my way—I needed to do it in private. I lifted my nose in the air and tightened my grip on the strap to my crossbody bag. Shifting into the sea of people moving down the sidewalk, I clicked my heels with defiance until I reached the parking garage and sank into my beautiful white Range Rover. The smell of new leather didn’t even pull me out of this foul mood that had started when those assholes at the studio called me into an unscheduled meeting. I should be on my way to film a segment at the new project in Hermosa Beach, not getting jostled like a directionless loser in downtown Los Angeles.

The silence in my car became deafening. I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. Where the fuck was Joselyn? I started the car and turned the air-conditioning way up. I was about to break a sweat just from sheer panic. How the hell had I lost the show that I’d created? Fifteen years being the lead onFlip or Failand the studio ousted me for some no-name intern who couldn’t even hold a hammer properly? My foot tapped out a fast rhythmas I counted out the minutes. Not one call, not one text came in during the thirty minutes I gave Joselyn to call me back.

I threw my head back and screamed at the top of my lungs. The outburst didn’t solve my problems, but I did feel slightly better. There was one person I could call at any time, day or night, and know that she’d answer. I hit the contact for Mama. If Joselyn called me back while I was on the phone, I’d simply let her roll to voicemail. Served her right for ignoring me in my time of need.

“Hey, Tully, how are you?” Mama’s sweet voice came through the Bluetooth speakers loud and clear.

Tears instantly burned the back of my eyes. “I’m having a rough day, Mama.”

“Oh, honey. Tell me all about it.”

I didn’t call her nearly as often as I should, but thankfully she didn’t harp on that today. There was no way I could get into my reasons for never coming home to Blueball to visit, not when the life I thought I had just imploded in spectacular fashion.

My head thunked against the headrest. “Remember that intern the studio hired to shadow me a few months back? The one half my age and with half the brain cells?”

“Sure. Hattie, right?”

I gnashed my teeth and tried not to curse on the phone with Mama. “Hattie Brooks, that’s right. Well, the studio pulled me into a meeting this morning and said they aren’t renewing my contract. They’re giving my show to that twatapotomus Hattie!”

There was silence after my announcement. I didn’t know if Mama was as upset as I was, or maybe she hadn’t heard me. The longer the silence went on, the more confused I got.

“Did you hear me, Mama?”

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