Page 128 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“Fuck,” I pant. “Ford, I’m gonna?—”

It’s too late to finish the words.

My hips buck at a frenetic pace as I scream his name, stars dancing behind my closed lids. Pleasure rocks through me so hard my ears ring as I come all over him.

“So fucking stunning, wifey,” I hear Ford rasp.

I open my eyes, taking in the extreme pleasure contorting his face before he clenches his jaw. “I’m gonna come.”

Despite how wrung out I’m feeling, his words make me feral.

I begin moving my hips, my hands cupping his face. “Come inside me, Ford. I want every fucking drop.”

He growls, thrusting hard and fast before his lips part, and he moans, thrusting deep inside me.

I collapse against him, milking every drop of come from his dick, relishing in the warmth of him filling me.

When he stills, I open my eyes, a smile curling my lips.

And then I freeze.

Oh, my fucking God.

I-I’m staring into a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Theyaren’tFord’s.

They’re glaring at me with murderous hatred through the window.

I’m paralyzed, my lips parted, but no sound comes out.

I can’t even blink.

Finally, I squeeze my eyes closed, then open them.

But there’s no one there.

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“Mmm, baby,” Ford says from beneath me. “That was so fucking incredible.”

I smile down at him, focusing on the love radiating from his hooded eyes when they open, basking me in adoration.

His tight grip suffices me with a sense of safety only he can provide.

My eyes dart back to the window, but there’s no one there.

Am I losing my damn mind, or was someone there?

“As much as I can’t believe I’m saying this, we should get dressed before someone sees us, and I need to fucking murder them for catching a glimpse of your perfect tits and pussy.”

His words echo inside my head.

Murder.

Blind panic shoots through me.

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