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“Thank wouldn’t be a bad shout actually,” Ramsay agrees as he takes his fuming wife by the elbow and walks her out, followed by Richard and Cole. In the end, Michaela retreats, looking at me with years of hatred in her eyes. The lawyers are last to leave as they continue to talk about the paperwork they each need to file for Tabitha’s custody.

I finally collapse in a chair and put my forehead on the table, as I can’t believe it’s truly done. I got Tae and my company back. And I don’t have to worry about any more backstabbers or blackmailers.

When I feel arms around me, I smile as the coconut and vanilla scent surrounds me and reminds me that I gained far more than just McAv and my sister. I won a smart and incredibly sexy warrior who stood by me today, and hopefully will stick around.

“Hey Avril.” I get up and turn towards her and sit her down in my lap. “Guess we prevailed,” I summarize, and I see her roll her eyes at my fancy word use.

“Yes Poirot, we took the prize in this ‘whodunit’ we orchestrated, all was missing was you playing with your mustache.” She grins at me and runs her fingers through my beard, luckily my facial hair not long enough for the famed detective’s twirl. “You should get a gold star for you for spotting an opportunity with Miranda’s husband.”

“I saw today he was actually a reasonable guy, despite his reputation of being a ruthless businessman. I never had that long a conversation with him before, and I hope we can have a good business relationship. But I think I had enough of CEOs, exes, and lawyers. You want to go home?”

“Hell yes, let’s go home!” DJ says the words I want to hear from her. Without further talking, I just get off the chair still holding her, then put her over my shoulder in her favorite—yet unconfessed—position to be taken home in. Over the sound of her laughter, I take my woman to my car.

DJ — Three months later

Ahandgentlyclimbsup my thigh, driving the sheet off me, and the warmth of my man encompasses me, is touching my back, as I am completely naked and basking in his heat. His stiff dick is pushing against my ass, and he moves my hair out of the way so he can kiss my neck and shoulder. His palm moves up, cupping my breast, rubbing me, and my nipples harden against his fingers.

Obviously satisfied, Jon gives my bud one final pinch, causing me to gasp, then his digits travel to his favorite place, opening my folds and massaging my clit in an up-and-down motion, getting me ready for him. I turn my head and he captures my lips in a heart-stopping kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, conquering me, just as he breaches his pussy with two of his fingers, slowly pumping in and out.

I moan against him, the dual sensations maddening, and he mumbles, “Avril, what you do to me,” before lifting my leg and lining his erection to my entrance.

“How do you want it, love, fast and light or hard and deep?” he asks like he doesn’t know the answer already.

“All of it, just fuck me, Jon!” I beg, and he grabs my tits again as he delves inside slowly. He then starts moving in the short bursts the position allows, all the while ravaging my mouth with deep advances of his tongue.

“Yeah, take me, I need you to take all of me,” he says before changing the ballgame, flipping me on my front and lifting my ass in the air.

He pauses for a moment, running his fingers up and down my slit, and I have never felt so worshiped, as he licks me from behind, burrowing his tongue in my channel, sucking me and making me even wetter. I push against his face, trying to get more and more friction, but what I get is a smack, as I feel his large palm marking my ass.

“Now, now, greedy girl, you have to wait for me to pleasure you.” He chuckles and I turn my head, giving him a death glare, which makes his dimple pop even more. “But if you insist…” He shoves his throbbing thick cock in one thrust, then starts using me like I want it. He punishes my pussy with his movements, his fingers grab my hips to push himself in even harder, and the grunts I hear from him only match my wails. He only stops to spread my ass cheeks open and uses some of my slick to press his thumb against my other hole, as he knows damn well that drives me insane.

“Oh Avril, I want that ass again tonight, to feel you so tight around me, as I put that dildo in your pussy and pound you all night long.” His breaths grow shallower and shallower as he pumps both his dick and finger in my openings, and with every advance and retreat I start shaking, chasing my climax, ready to fall off for him, to shatter for him.

“Fuck Jon, just like that!” I cry, and as he grants my wish as I feel his thighs hitting my ass time and time again, his manhood owning me and I come with a scream, pulsating around him, as he releases deep in my cunt with a manly growl, before crashing on top of me, wrecked by his own orgasm.

“I know I don’t tell you enough, but—I love you Dahlia,” he whispers in my ear as he squishes me with all his weight and lays over me.

“I love you too Jon, but I’d love you even more if I could breathe.” I try to laugh but I have a literal bear on me.

“Har, har.” He pokes me in the ribs as he rolls over me but pulls me to him and kisses my forehead. “I can’t believe we are here.”

“Umm, you better believe it. We both signed the sale contract, caveman. It’s ours now.” I wave my hand at our new bedroom, in our recently bought villa by the beach.

It has more of a Spanish style than the classic Miami-white vibe, but we love the access to the ocean and the many balconies and terraces. We even found one with a deck by the kitchen so Jon can read his fantasy e-books and discover more ridiculously swanky words to use in daily speech. Tae has her own wing, so she doesn’t have to... ‘listen to us go at it’ which I agree is an advantage. Jon doesn’t realize the ‘advantage’ will soon go both ways, but I won’t be enlightening him just yet.

Over six weeks ago, as we were finally ready to fly the Cessna, my boyfriend put a business card next to my toolkit and casually—too casually, as I was not paying attention to him while testing the propeller—mentioned.

“Here DJ, just in case you feel like moving in with us officially, my estate agent has a few houses for us to see.”

It didn’t register with me initially, but then I looked over at the card and then at him; and then at the card again; and then at Jon again, who by now was grinning like a fool.

“Is this how you ask me if I want to move in with you? For real? You really are an idiot!” I laughed at him, then jumped in his arms, kissing his stupid face. He laughed as well, putting me down to avoid triggering the techs in the hangar to start clapping.

“So that’s a ‘yes’ then? Do I have the honor of officially getting hit by your erratic limbs every night?”

“Very funny caveman. Just for that, I may try to cook something!” I countered, still enjoying the feel of his embrace.

“Lovely. I’ll make sure all the rooms have working fire alarms as a priority, then.” He shook his head, knowing damn well I was not about to even start the stove.

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