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“Seth,” I moan. “Slow. I’m sore.”

His thrusts slow down until I get used to having him inside of me. I’ve wanted him again since last night, but I was sore and needed the break. Now I hold on to him for dear life while he slowly fucks me against the shower.

I never realized how strong he is before this moment. He holds me with one arm while he squeezes a breast with his other. He leaves my mouth and sucks on the skin on my collarbone.

Then he suddenly drops me to my feet and spins me around. “Bend over and let me see that juicy ass,” he says. If this was any other scenario, I’d tell him to stop ordering me around, but right now, my pussy needs relief, so I obey.

I put my palms to the wall and stick my ass out. He grips my hips and slides in.

“Aah,” I say. “Yes.”

He’s no longer gentle, and I find that I like it like this too. He gives me deep strokes, but they’re fast, and soon, I’m flying over the edge and calling out his name like a shameless slut.

He pulls out while I’m still flying high, and I feel a warm, thick liquid on my butt cheeks. He slaps a hand on my ass and rubs his cum into my skin.

I stand on shaky legs and face my husband. He looks down at me.

“Mrs. Whorekowski,” he says, and I giggle.

I stare out the wall of windows overlooking Central Park and wonder how the hell I got here. While Seth checks on Jasmine, I make us a snack, but he only keeps fresh and healthy food.

I make a fruit cocktail of berries and whipped cream in these fancy glasses that he has. He comes out in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and I feel myself blush at the sight of his body.

“I got us a snack.” That seems to surprise him. I hold the glass out to him and he walks slowly to me.

“For me?” he asks as if he’s not the only other person here. I nod at him, but he stands there for a few more seconds before taking it from me. “Thanks.”

“So, um, I don’t think I can afford any of the bills here.”

He takes a big spoonful and stares at me furrowing his brows.

“You don’t have to pay for anything. The most important thing is that you help me with Jasmine.” He takes another spoonful, grins, and says, “And that you fuck me. That’s it.”

I throw a blueberry at his forehead. It bounces and lands on the floor.

“Okay,” I say with relief. “I guess that means I can still help my mom then.”

“I’ll get you access to my accounts, but don’t spend like a million dollars. I told you that you can make some improvements to your mom’s house. Do you think you can take some time off work?” he asks. When I nod, he continues, “After we visit my dad, I need to go to California for a commercial. I’d like you to come.”

My jaw almost drops. I’ve never been to California, and it’s been on my list of places to visit.

“Okay. Sounds good.” I try to sound calm, but I’m already imagining what I’m going to pack and all the things we’re going to do. In fact, a little shopping spree is in order.

Chapter 25

Seth

“What the hell? Get in here,” Aiden Walsh says.

I woke up to the nonstop buzzing of my phone at the same time Layla’s was going crazy. It was like a repeat of the day before, except this time I was fast asleep and Jasmine was between us. When I picked up the phone without looking, it was to a very angry Aiden summoning me and Layla to his house immediately.

He gestures for us to come in, and we do. He takes Jasmine from Layla and kisses her cheeks. Once he’s done, he hands her to Jeannie, who takes her hand and leads her to the living room. Their Great Dane, Sassy, follows. There are several stuffed animals and dolls on the floor, and Jasmine sits and starts to play.

They pull us into the kitchen. “I said what the hell?” Aiden asks. “Is this the so-called surprise you said you had for me? Didn’t I tell you not to do anything stupid while I was out of town?”

“Wakowski, what did you get Layla into?” Jeannie accuses me. She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at me like she’s never done before. She takes Layla’s arms and looks her over.

“We got married,” I announce.

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