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“Look at me, yeah?”

Her gaze turned on him, a reaction she really couldn’t control when it came to Marcus. He just had that kind of power, but especially over her. He demanded something, and she felt helpless until she gave him what he wanted.

It didn’t make any sense.

It felt crazy.

She still loved it.

“I am who I am, too,” he murmured, holding strong to her gaze, “so if that’s gonna be something you need to work out here, I’m going to need you to do that, Cella. Not later, but now. Before we get deeper into this thing than we already are.”

God.

How much deeper could they go?

The man was still fucking inside her.

His cum still painted her back.

She couldn’t tell him she loved him enough times when he’d been fucking her just minutes ago. She was here. With her kid who seemed just as attached to this man as she was at the end of the day.

Her whole head was filled with stupid, silly things that girls who were new to the game of love thought when they found the one. Hell, she thought she’d already found that once, but look at her, here doing it again with Marcus.

Not that she regretted any of it.

She didn’t.

But how much deeper could they get?

Look at them.

“I trust you,” she told him.

Marcus swallowed thickly. “Good—that’s all that matters to me. And there’s no business this weekend. It’s all about you and her for that, I promise.”

Cella grinned, nibbling on her bottom lip before she pushed up to straddle his hips again. With her hands flat to his chest, she leaned down to get another taste of his mouth. He still tasted like her pussy that he’d loved eating after painting her back with his cum. She started a slow rhythm riding him that had Marcus groaning in the sexiest way against her lips.

There was nothing better than this man moaning.

Hard inside her.

His hands found her hips, and he started grinding back with her rhythm. It had his groin dragging against her clit in the best way. She let him fuck her deep like that, those harsh circles of their bodies hitting her G-spot with each one.

He’d make her come hard like that.

She figured, surely they could fit one more round in?

“Keep making promises,” she whispered into his kiss, “as long as you keep them.”

“Look at all these maple trees!”

Cella couldn’t help but laugh at how high pitch Tiffany’s voice became in her excitement. Her girl knew nothing about Marcus’s plans for her that weekend, but Cella knew just enough to be well aware that her kid would go crazy.

Like a walk through the forest where a particular farm actually harvested their maple trees. It might not be in season for maple syrup, but that didn’t detract from her daughter’s enthusiasm at seeing things up close and learning about it all.

Plus, Marcus seemed to be enjoying it as well. How could Cella not love that?

“We’ll have to come out again when all the pipes are put up, and the trees have been tapped,” Marcus told Tiffany who darted further ahead in the forest. Orange ties on the trees helped to direct them, and would get them back out without them getting lost. It made her realize just how much Marcus thought about leading up to this day.