Page 126 of The Play

“Sorry,” I say, quickly soothing the sting with a soft caress. “Your ass is so smackable, you don’t even know, babe.”

“Do it again.”

A grin lifts one corner of my mouth. “You like to be spanked?”

“Maybe?” She wiggles that sexy ass and my palm once again lands in a sharp smack.

“Oh mygoodness,” Demi mumbles. “Do it again—but this time when you’re inside me.”

This girl is incredible.

I’m harder than steel as I position my dick at her opening. I slide inside her and spank her ass at the same time, and Demi moans loud enough to wake the dead.

My heart pounds an erratic beat as I start fucking her. One hand grips her right ass cheek, the other curves over her left one, squeezing, kneading, spanking each time she begs for it. My hips piston, pushing my dick inside her. Deeper, faster, until we’re both groaning in desperation as we hurtle toward the finish line.

She’s still on all fours when the orgasm hits her, but by the time she’s finished shuddering, she’s flat on her stomach, moaning happily. I curve my body over her sweat-soaked back and angle my hips, driving into her with shallow thrusts. Fast, desperate strokes, while my heart threatens to give out and my balls tingle wildly.

“Coming,” I grunt.

The pleasure slams into me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I collapse on top of her, only rolling over when she informs me she can’t breathe.

I have no words as I yank her closer. She snuggles beside me, her chin on my shoulder. She doesn’t speak either. There’s nothing to say.

We both know how good that was.

We both know it’s going to happen again.

And we’re both perfectly okay with that.

30

DEMI

MY PARENTS BETRAYED ME.

I’m talking Benedict-Arnold-screwing-over-America level of betrayal.

No—even worse. Brad Pitt cheating on Jennifer Aniston.

That’show deep the well of betrayal runs.

I was under the impression that we would not be spending the holidays with Nico’s family. My father never outright stated it, but the subject hadn’t been brought up again after the night I told them in no uncertain words that having Nico around for Christmas would, and I’m quoting myself here,hurt me.

But I guess my feelings don’t matter, because as we’re driving away from the airport in our rental car, Dad informs me that the Delgados will be joining us tonight.

Yep, my parents waited until we arrived in Miami to drop this bomb, probably because they knew I’d never board the plane at Logan Airport otherwise.

With a family as large as mine, the holidays are always a huge production. Christmas Day is spent with my mom’s enormous brood, but Christmas Eve is a quieter affair—just us, and Nico’s family. It’s been a tradition since I was eight years old.

This year, however, it’ll be like the plot line of some awkward holiday comedy.Christmas with the Delgados, starring my cheating ex-boyfriend and my disloyal parents.

As I fume in the backseat, Dad explains that breaking our annual tradition is something he thinks I’d regret in the future. Awesome. Now even my life’s regrets are being decided for me, and they haven’t even fucking happened yet.

I find this absolutely egregious. I don’t care that they’re family friends. My parents could have compromised. They could’ve gone out for dinner with Nico’s parents on their own, sparing me from having to spend any time with Nico. Butnoooooo, God forbid we breaktradition. The world will end!

We arrive at Aunt Paula’s house in the early afternoon. She’s the only one of Mom’s sisters who isn’t married yet, and she owns a gorgeous beachfront property. Some people think there needs to be snow on the ground in order for it to be a real Christmas, but having grown up in Florida, for me the holiday season is sunshine and palm trees and the salty spray of the ocean on my face.

I’m still fuming by the time it’s time to leave for Nico’s house. As Dad searches for where he left the car keys, Mom notices my face and pulls me aside. “Mami, I know you don’t like this—”

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