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“Why do you have to be a bitch about this?”

Oh, this motherfucker… “Watch how you speak to her, asshole,” I growl.

Reaching around Kylie, I lift her so she’s basically sitting in my lap. My eyes roll back in my head when she starts to roll her hips.

“This doesn’t involve you, fucker. This is between me and my wife.”

“She isn’t your wife anymore. You lost that right when you stopped paying attention to her, and now you have to deal with the consequences. It doesn’t matter how long you drag out the court proceedings. She’ll never be yours again. Kylie finally has the chance to make her own choices without anyone else influencing her, and I know damn good and well going back to you won’t even be on her mind.”

I’m not sure if it’s my words or just the situation, but Kylie starts riding me like her life depends on it.

I can’t hold back my groan. It rumbles through my chest, and I know Chris heard it. Reaching around Kylie, I pinch her clit, and she gasps, lost to the pleasure building in her body, no longer caring if she’s being quiet.

“Are you fucking my wife?” Chris yells through the phone.

I reach out and end the call, gently tossing it off the end of the bed. He doesn’t deserve to hear the beautiful sounds she makes when she’s overcome with pleasure.

I push Kylie forward again, shoving her shoulders down into the mattress and thrusting into her with reckless abandon.

“Grayson! Oh my god,” she cries out.

I ram my cock into the spot deep inside her that always makes her come like a freight train until her pussy clamps down tight around me.

“That’s it, Ladybug. Come on my cock like the fucking good girl you are.”

Her legs shake through her orgasm, while I thrust into her several more times until I finally explode, shooting ropes of cum into her.

We collapse onto the bed on our sides, breathing hard through our racing pulses. I gather her into my arms, shoving my nose into the back of her neck, and try to calm my body down with deep inhales of her scent.

“Are you alive, Ladybug?”

She grunts. “No. I think you broke my vagina.”

I wheeze out a surprised laugh. “Should I kiss it to make it better?”

“You keep that dangerous weapon of a tongue away from me.”

I can hear the smile in her voice.

We’re quiet for a little while, basking in each other’s warm bodies now that our breathing is back to normal.

And then she starts giggling. “I can’t believe I answered the phone.”

I sit up, leaning over her so I can see her grin. Her eyes sparkle with amusement and not a single ounce of shame. A smug smile lifts the side of my mouth. “That was fucking hot.”

“You were hot. Coming to my defense like that? Damn.” She fans her face.

“I wondered if that’s what got you going. The way you rode me? Fuck, woman, I almost came right then. That’s why I hung up. I couldn’t break my rule of making you come first.”

She grins at me, but it dims a bit. “Do you think he can use that against me?”

“No. And if he tries, Holt will bury him in lawsuits.”

“I need a shower. I’m all sticky.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “How about I help?”

“Help get me even dirtier before I get clean, is what you mean.”