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“Thalia sacked me today, but you already knew that.”
“You’re on maternity leave like other working mothers,” he snaps.
“I can’t afford to live,” I yell, taking him by surprise. “Stop interfering in my life.”
“Stop fucking it up,” he yells back, only louder. “You’re a mother now, act like it.”
“I’m a good mum,” I argue.
“Of course, you are,” he sneers. “Mother fucking Teresa.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” I hiss, grabbing my money jar from the cupboard and taking out the roll of cash. I throw it at him and it hits him in the eye. “Consider last night a freebie. I felt sorry for you.”
He gives an unamused laugh. “I don’t need a pity fuck from a club whore.”
“You seemed pretty desperate last night.”
“I must’ve been to put my cock anywhere near you after the amount of pricks you get a day.” I roll my eyes. He’s just like the rest—a typical man who insults my job the second he gets a chance. I don’t know why I thought he was different. “I think I preferred it when you didn’t speak,” he adds.
I give a slight nod. When I didn’t speak, things were so much easier, so I push past him and go through to the bathroom. When I try to close the door, he sticks his foot there. “We haven’t finished.”
I have nothing left to say to him, so I begin to strip out of my wet clothes. He’s seen me naked a million times or more, so I’m not embarrassed as I turn on the shower and step into the steam. I scrub my body until it’s red, the same way I do every night. When I step out, he’s leaning in the doorway, watching as I dry off.
“I don’t like it when we fight,” he mutters. I take my body butter from the cupboard and open it. “And I like hearing your voice.” I scoop some of the strawberry butter and lift my leg onto the closed toilet seat, rubbing circular motions along my thigh and down my leg. “Luna,” he whispers, “please.”
When I continue to ignore him, he steps closer, taking the pot of cream from me and scooping a handful. “I just want to take care of you.” He rubs the cream between his palms and then runs his hands down my arms. He takes each at a time and massages the cream into my skin. I watch him scoop some more, warming it in his palms before rubbing it over my chest and into my breasts. I close my eyes, loving the feel of him again. He moves down my stomach and crouches before me, scooping more cream and rubbing it into my other leg. When he stands, his erection is pushing against the denim of his jeans. He turns me away, and I stare into the mirror, mesmerised by the way his hands run over my shoulders and down my back. He pays extra attention to my backside, and when he moves closer, pressing himself against me and burying his nose into the crook of my neck, all my anger disappears. He bends me over the sink and runs his hand through my wetness. “Are you wet for me . . . or Fletch?”
“You,” I whisper, closing my eyes when he pushes a finger into me. I grip the sink and rest my head on my arm.
I hear the condom wrapper and then he’s back behind me, pushing his erection against my opening. He lifts one leg, holding it against his thigh as he slips into me, pushing deeper than he’d gone before until my knuckles turn white from my death grip on the sink. “Take it all,” he murmurs, inching in farther. “Fuck yeah.”
His hand finds my breast and he cups me, ignoring the milk leaking. I try to push him away, but he drops my leg and uses that hand to hold my arm up my back. “It’s natural,” he pants. “And I like it,” he adds, using the wetness to tease my nipple. “Don’t push me away again.”
I’m close to an orgasm, so it pisses me off when he pulls out and sits on the toilet seat. He guides me to straddle him and holds my arms behind my back. “Fuck me,” he orders. I begin to move, and his mouth goes to my nipple. He licks the swollen bud, keeping his eyes on my face to see my reaction. When I groan in pleasure, he does it again. It spurs me on, and I move faster, chasing the release I desperately need. His hands release my wrists and go to my throat. He applies pressure, staring down at our connection and groaning as I ride him. I jerk as the first sign of an orgasm hits me, and he stands, keeping our connection.
“You can’t come yet, I need more,” he growls, carrying me to the living room. He lays me on the couch and pulls from me, crouching down between my legs to swipe his tongue through my wet folds. I buck against his mouth, and he cups my backside, forcing me to keep still as he eats my pussy. I quickly come apart, shuddering uncontrollably.
Grizz crawls between my legs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before sinking into me. He turns us so I’m on top, riding him. I watch as he comes apart, growling from somewhere in the back of his throat and clenching his jaw. It’s fucking hot, and when he’s done, he pulls me down to kiss him. It’s slow and sexy as our tongues twist together.
I lie against his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. My eyes suddenly feel heavy, and although I don’t want to fall asleep with him still inside me, especially after our argument, I find myself drifting off.
When I next wake, I’m in bed with Grizz lying behind me. His cock is nudging at my entrance again, and I don’t bother to resist as he pushes into me. He positions me on my stomach, placing one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, the other gripping my hip as he slams into me. It’s hot and fast, and when he’s finished, he wraps me in his arms, and we fall back to sleep feeling satisfied.
Six
GRIZZ
Iwork out extra hard in the gym, with thoughts of Luna and Danii on my mind. I snuck out of Luna’s at five a.m., after giving Ivy a bottle and putting her back to bed. Luna didn’t stir once, but then, I did wake her twice during the night. I smirk at the thought. I left her a note to tell her I’d fed Ivy at five and I’d be back later to see them both. If she knows I’m coming back, maybe she won’t try to get her job back from Thalia.
I’m in the steam room when Axel turns up. He grins, and we fist-bump. “Before you give me shit, I haven’t come for a workout,” he says, sitting down and resting his head back.
“You’re late anyway. I did two hours before coming in here.”
He rolls his eyes. “You work out too hard.”
“You don’t work out enough.”
“I got some information out of Lexi last night,” he says with another smirk.
