Page 63 of Grumpy Ex's Secret Baby

“That’s not what I want,” I said as I hugged him back. “I’m just worried. Dad picked Trinity up a few minutes before you got here and took her to their place for the night. Some of the security team went with him.”

Tyson hummed and kissed my forehead. “Everything is going to be okay. Camille is working to fix this, and once the media dies down, we won’t have to deal with this anymore. We’ll get your stalker dealt with, and things will get back to normal.”

I sighed and pressed my head against his chest, counting his heartbeats and trying to calm down. Tyson was here, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. I wouldn’t let anything happen. We were going to work as a team and get everything fixed.

We were going to start our lives together, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

“You should stay the night,” I said, pulling back slightly as my fingers trailed beneath his shirt. “Trinity is gone for the night, and I really don’t want to be alone.”

His muscles flexed beneath my fingers as I traced patterns on his skin.

“Oh really?”

“We both need a distraction from the bullshit,” I said, gently raking my nails down his stomach before flicking the button on his jeans.

Tyson’s hand gripped the back of my head as his mouth descended on mine. I moaned as he pushed us back against the wall. His hands slid down my back and gripped my ass, massaging it in his big hands before he lifted me up. My legs circled around his waist as I ground against him, feeling his cock hardening behind his jeans.

“Bedroom,” I gasped as he trailed his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting the skin. “Now.”

“Demanding,” he said with a chuckle, already moving in the direction of my bedroom as I pulled his shirt off.

Once we were in the bedroom, he put me down. I sank to my knees, pulling his pants down with me. When his cock sprang free, I wrapped my hand around it, licking the salty drop from the tip.

Tyson groaned, his fingers weaving through my hair as I took his cock into my mouth, flattening my tongue against the underside. I grazed my teeth against the silky skin before hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper.

His moans filled the room as I worked him with my mouth and my hand, moving in time with the thrusting of his hips. As I sucked him, my free hand traveled down my body to my clit. I circled my clit, teasing myself as I sucked him hard.

Tyson pulled himself out of my mouth and kept his grip on my hair, pulling me gently to my feet. He tilted my head back until I was looking at him.

“Strip.”

I kept my gaze on him as he released my hair. As I moved, I stepped out of my clothing, adding a sway to my hips.

“On the bed,” he said, his voice husky.

Wetness soaked my thighs as I crawled up the bed and laid on my back. I spread my legs, my fingers drifting back to my clit as I played with a nipple with my other hand. Tyson stroked himself, his gaze trapped between my legs.

“What do you want?” he asked, still lazily stroking his cock.

“Fuck me.”

Tyson grinned, crawling onto the bed to hover over me. His kisses started at my neck while his hands trailed down my body. When his mouth reached my pussy, he nipped at my inner thigh before his tongue circled my clit. He pushed a finger inside me, thrusting in time with the lazy circles on my clit.

“Tease.”

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me. He gave me a smirk that had my inner walls clenching around his finger.

I rocked my hips, silently begging for more.

“Use your words, Hales,” he said, nipping my inner thigh again. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock.”

“Where?” he asked. “In here?”

He dipped his tongue inside me before replacing it with two fingers. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling his mouth harder against me.

“Yes,” I said, my voice breathy as he kissed his way back up my body.

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