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When I’m done, I pull the shorts down, letting my deflating dick rest on top, covered in my release.

I smile when I take the photo.

We always said no dick pics, but Aurora is different. If she wants a dick pic, she gets one.

I send it off, not expecting a response back.

I get one though. This time it’s a photo of Aurora on a desk, her legs spread as her fingers play with her pussy.

Beauty: I had to rub one out knowing you were too. Glad we came together. Remember, you are never alone even if I’m a million miles away.

Me: Naughty girl. I’m going to spank that ass red next time I see it.

Beauty: I look forward to it.

I let her get back to work as I get up to clean myself up. I can’t help but smile though.

From now on, when I’m feeling lonely, I know what I’m going to do and it’s all thanks to her.

Our angel.

Twenty-Six

“Will you stop fretting? You’re giving me a migraine,” Ezra grumbles from his seat at the table.

“Kitchen looks good. I have all the ingredients set out. I think I’m ready.”

“The kitchen always looks good unless Liam tries cooking. What time are you guys going live?”

“I have about five minutes until she should send me a text, letting me know she’s ready.”

“Well then, you have enough time to fix your hair.”

I move to run my hands through my hair, only to remember I have a hat on. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

Ezra gives me a pointed look. “Don’t you plan on taking off the hat and doing something with it?”

“Aurora likes my hat,” I say confidently.

Does she though? Maybe I should ask her.

“I had to try. One of these days I’ll break you of constantly wearing it.”

“I think it’s a lost cause at this point.” Liam walks in. “Let the man live his best life, E.”

“Yes, because a ball cap really improves his life,” Ezra says sarcastically.

Liam looks around the kitchen and ignores our grumpy bastard. “What’s going on in here?”

“Aurora and I are doing a live where we make the same dish at the same time and see how it turns out.”

Liam’s eyes light up. “Oh, what are you making?”

“We’re making some sort of coffee cake and then pairing it with a lemosa.”

“What is a lemosa?” Ezra frowns.

Liam hops up onto the counter. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, a lemonade with champagne.”

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