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“Rylee, is this what has you so mad at me?”

Rylee nodded. “That and I’m just under a lot of pressure because of the reporters and the crazy news stories about you. I didn’t expect it to be this bad.”

Her voice shook and he set the papers aside to pull her in for a hug. Mere seconds after she laid her head on his shoulder, she jerked back and wrenched out of his arms to lunge for the kitchen trashcan where she threw up. Memphis did his best to comfort her and hold her hair as she heaved over the can.

“How embarrassing,” she whimpered when she finally stopped.

He led her to a chair and made her sit before he pulled several paper towels off a roll and wet them in the sink so he could wash her face. Then he handed her a glass of water.

“I know I drank a lot with Carla last night, but this is getting ridiculous,” she said after drinking half the glass.

“What do you mean?” Memphis asked.

“It’s just the third time I’ve thrown up today. I didn’t really feel that hungover when I arrived at the tournament this morning.”

Memphis frowned. “I’ll have a doctor come check you out in the morning. Could it be bad food?”

Rylee shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Memphis was crouched in front of Rylee’s chair between her knees. “Baby, I’m sorry about everything. You can tear up the prenup. I’ll be having a word with Jeremy in the morning.”

Rylee nodded. “I did awful at the tournament. I just couldn’t focus.”

He sighed and rested his head on her knees. “I’m sure that’s my fault too.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair and he closed his eyes. “It’s not your fault. Everything is a mess. Maybe we’re trying to focus on too many things at once.”

He lifted his head and captured her hand. “What do you mean?”

“I love you, but maybe we should hold off on things like incorporating me into your finances or getting married. You have a lot on your plate.”

He scowled but pressed a kiss to her palm. “Hopefully, I won’t have a lot on my plate for too much longer. Let’s get you upstairs. You need to rest.”

“I was resting until someone snuck into my bedroom.”

He pulled her into a standing position and smacked her on the ass. “And why were you in that room and not our bed?”

Rylee laid her head on his shoulder and rocked it back and forth. “I don’t know. I just had so much on my mind and I could smell you in there, so I tried my old room. But I could smell you in there too. You’re hard to not think about, Foster.”

He slipped a hand in her hair and tugged. “I aim to make sure you’re never not thinking about me, Ace.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and stepped away, holding out his hand. “Come on. Let’s take a shower, and I’m sure you want to brush your teeth.”

In the bathroom upstairs, he stripped them both out of their clothes and then turned the water on in the shower while Rylee brushed her teeth at the sink. She stepped into the hot spray when she was done, and he leaned against the spacious shower wall to watch her. Her eyes drifted shut, and she raked her fingers through her hair as it became soaked in the water. Then, she took him by surprise by moving out of the spray and dropping to her knees in front of him. She reached for his cock and squeezed at the base.

He put his hand over hers and tilted her chin up with the other one. “You’re sick, Ace. You don’t have to do this.”

Rylee grinned. “I’m sick and I think I need a shot, doc.” When he just stared at her with concern, she leaned in and kissed the head of his dick.

“I’m fine, Sir. Let me have you. I want to.”

He gave a terse nod and let go of her hand. When her lips wrapped around him, he was instantly hard, and he jerked in her mouth. Her movements were slow as she eased down his length and back up to the tip as if testing her gag reflex.

Memphis let his head fall back against the shower wall. A groan bubbled free when his cock touched the back of her throat and he placed a hand on the back of her head.

After several slow languid trips up and down him, her lips left him with a little pop, and she bit her lip as she looked up at him.

"What is it, Ace?" he asked, cupping her jaw.

"Will you..." she paused and tried to look away, but he guided her head back, so she faced him.

"Spit it out, sub," he said, suspecting what she wanted.

She pulled her bottom lip farther between her teeth, then said. "Will you... will you fuck my mouth?"

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