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I pull out slowly, stopping when just the tip remains inside her, then slam back in in one swift motion, circling my hips to fill and stretch every inch of her. Ava mewls with pleasure, so I repeat the motion a few times until I can’t take it anymore. My hips pump faster and faster, my breath huffing out of me as I commend her for being so wet for me. For being a perfect fit with a tight, greedy pussy that loves my cock.

Every word that passes my lips makes her gasp as her inner walls clench around me, telling me she fucking loves the praise. And I love that she loves it.

Pushing myself upright, I pull her legs up to rest against my chest as I balance my weight on my knees. I drive into her, my gaze drifting between her own lust-filled eyes and her tits that bounce with every slam forward of my hips.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Ava,” I grit out between clenched teeth, each word accentuated with a deep thrust.

My balls tighten as heat spirals through me, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. She’s too wet. Too tight. Too perfect in every way.

I let her legs drop to the sides, and as her feet hit the mattress, I push her thighs apart and push my thumb to her clit as I continue to drive into her. She gasps at the contact as I rub small, quick circles around the sensitive nub.

Her back arches slightly, but she keeps those big brown eyes on mine as her pussy clenches, strangling my cock with her release. The pressure sends me over the edge, and I slam forward and freeze, emptying myself into her as her inner walls flutter around me.

I fall forward, careful to keep my weight off her by landing on straight arms. Dipping my head, I kiss her mouth in a slow, gentle caress. Her palms cup my face softly, and something snaps in my chest.

I know what it is, but I choose to ignore it. I refuse to ruin this for either of us by backing away just because a piece of the wall I’ve built around my heart crumbled. I have plenty of armor left, and there’s no way Ava can slither through that tiny crack that just formed.

This was just sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. I warned her, and she agreed.

Pulling my softening cock free, I roll to the side and pull her toward me. She shifts until her back is against my chest, and I tuck my knees beneath hers in the classic “spoon” position. My arm curls around her, and I press my palm to her abdomen over the bump that protects our children.

It was just sex, but that doesn’t mean we can’t sleep together like this, right? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just…convenient.

Right?

Chapter22

It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine

Ava

My eyes fly open as an incessant buzzing assaults my ears. I blink a few times, assessing my surroundings. I’m not in my bedroom. I’m in…Zeke’s bed.

I roll over to the opposite side where the alarm clock is screaming and flick the switch to end the torture. Sinking back to the mattress, I stare at the dark ceiling as memories from last night flow through my mind.

My lips curl up as I remember how good it felt, having Zeke cater to my every need. And while having him take me up against the door was amazing, there’s something to be said for being in a bed and having him take his time pleasuring me.

And that order to keep my eyes on him the whole time? H. O. T.

He took what he needed and gave it back to me tenfold. I feel…rejuvenated. Fulfilled. And maybe a bit sore, I realize as I stretch my arms and legs, working the kinks out of some muscles I haven’t used in a while.

I slide off the bed to land on my feet. Turning to look down at the mattress, I let the memories flash back for a moment before stripping off the sheets and blanket. I don’t know if Zeke will want a repeat of last night anytime soon, or if he got his fill of me and wants to go back to the way things were before. Either way, I’m sure he’ll appreciate fresh bedding.

I leave his room and dump the bundle in the laundry room before grabbing fresh sheets and a blanket from the linen closet. After remaking the bed, I head to my own room to shower and dress for the day. As much as I want to laze around and daydream about last night, I have to get to work. The cats don’t give a shit that I got laid.

After taking a shower and combing the tangles from my hair, I twist the length into a single braid that lays over one shoulder. Skipping makeup entirely––the cats don’t care about that, either––I head into the kitchen to find a note from Zeke next to a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Picking up the note, I smile as I read it.

Have an amazing day. The chicken caesar salad from last night is in the fridge if you want to take some for lunch. See you tonight.

––Z

My smile fades slightly as I read it again. It’s very sweet, but it’s also verynormal. Like nothing has changed between us. Like last night never happened.

I’m okay with that. Really, I am. I told him I knew what I was doing. That it was just sex and would never be anything more. I’m good with everything going right back to normal. Just roommates and co-parentswithoutbenefits. Honestly.

I roll my eyes and drop the note to the counter. Picking up the plate, I sit at the table and try not to think about straddling Zeke’s lap in this very chair less than twelve hours ago.

It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.

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