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“You…feel…so…fucking…good,” I grunt as I thrust into her hard, spilling my cum inside her.

She moans in acknowledgment, continuing to ride out her orgasm. After several moments, we both still, and she leans her head back against the tile.

“You know, I thought last night was really hot, but it turns out nothing compares to riding your dick,” she teases, pushing me back gently so she can stand. In the process, my cock slides free from her pussy, and I growl at the sight of my cum starting to run down her legs.

“Fuck, baby. You look so damn pretty with my cum inside you,” I murmur, sinking to my knees in front of her. Running my hand up her leg, I collect as much of it as I can and gently slide my fingers back inside her, fucking her with my release.

“Damn it, Will. Oh my God,” she groans, trying to pull back for a moment before leaning back against the wall for balance and letting me have my way.

I continue pushing my cum back inside her for another moment, until her body recovers and she starts rocking against me, begging for more. “Yes, baby.”

I add another finger, moving them faster as her breath begins to quicken again. “That’s right. Come on my fingers the same way you came on yours last night,” I encourage. “Ride my hand. Give me one more before we get out of the shower, and I take you to the bed.”

“Will, yes. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I smile as I feel her pussy start to clench around my fingers.

“Whose fingers feel better, Han? Mine or yours? You like to tease me, but I think we both know who owns this perfect body,” I taunt.

“Fuck you, Will,” she mutters, moving her hips faster.

At her words, I still my fingers, keeping them inside her, but refusing to give her what she wants. “Come on, Hannah. Just admit it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Fine,” she groans. “Yours are way better, okay? Just please make me come,” she pleads, and I can’t hide the smile at her words.

“Yes, ma’am,” I mutter, moving my fingers faster and leaning forward to press a kiss against her clit. As soon as my mouth makes contact with her pussy, she screams, and I feel her clench even harder around my fingers as she rides out her second orgasm.

After a few seconds, she stills, leaning against the wall of the shower and letting out a sigh. “I think you broke me,” she mutters. “And by the way, you’re an asshole.”

“Maybe, but you love it,” I tease, rising to my feet and pulling her into my arms under the water. “Let’s get you rinsed off and then we’re gonna spend the next few hours doing that again.”

“You’re trying to kill me,” she mutters, leaning her head back to resume rinsing her hair.

“Nope, just can’t get enough of you,” I reply, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her cheek. “Now, let’s get you clean.”

CHAPTER 40

WILL

SEVEN SUMMERS AGO

“Hey, My name’s Will. I’m here to see Charles Thompson,” I tell the receptionist at Dad’s office in Crestview. My skin feels like it’s crawling just thinking about having to see the man who’s wreaked such havoc on my family over the last few years.

“Oh, hi. He’s with a client, but if you don’t mind waiting, they should be done shortly,” she says, smiling widely at me and twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

“Fine, I’ll be over there,” I respond, pointing to the sitting area by the door.

“That’s fine, but you’re welcome to stay here and keep me company,” she flirts before winking at me. God, I do not want to be here.

I take a second to glance at the receptionist, and I have to admit that prior to this summer I would have thought she was my type—short dark hair and an even shorter skirt. But on top of having no interest in anyone associated with my father, all I can think about is how much I prefer Hannah’s sweet smile and long blonde hair. I just glare at her for a moment before moving to sit on the couch against the wall without a word.

After about forty-five minutes of waiting, I finally see my dad walking to the front with the woman I’m assuming is the client he was helping. But after watching them for a moment, they don’t look very professional. His hands on her lower back, and she leans into him as she walks like she needs to be closer to him. He chuckles at something she says, and I feel the familiar mix of rage and disappointment I’ve felt every time I thought about him over the last few years.

Apparently, one affair wasn’t enough, huh? I think to myself as I wait for him to notice me.

It takes a few more minutes, but eventually he looks up as he leads his “client” to the door, and the shocked expression would make me laugh if I wasn’t so desperate to be out of this place.

“Will?” he asks, looking at me as if he can’t decide if I’m really here.

“Good job, you remembered my name,” I say sarcastically as the woman he was with walks out the door. “I wasn’t sure if you forgot over the last six years.”

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