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Way after supper.

The kids were all tucked into bed and sleeping. Carlo, Nick, and Eve were in the living room watching a movie. Stefan and I joined them for a bit. But I was tired after my adventures with Stefan. The shopping.

The lovemaking.

The fucking.

Yeah, it had been a lot.

Add in the terror of seeing my father–and this girl was more than ready to sleep for a week.

I excused myself and went upstairs to shower. When I was almost finished, Stefan appeared. And he bent me over—again.

Ever since I’d agreed to have his baby—well, his pretend baby, but he didn’t know that—he’d made it his mission to come inside of me as often as possible.

It had only been twelve hours since I’d agreed to his plan. And I’d already lost count of how many times we’d had sex.

So, the shower happened.

After I dried off and blew my hair dry, I walked into the bedroom. The thought of falling into bed and having a good night’s sleep made me smile to myself.

Until I saw Carlo’s eyes on me. He watched me like a hawk as I wandered toward the bed.

Stefan was on one side. I could hear his gentle, rhythmic breathing, and I had to admit I was relieved the man was finally sated and asleep. Yes, I loved making love to him. Today had been a dream.

But I needed a rest.

From the look in Carlo’s eye—I wasn’t going to get that. Not right now, anyway.

Nope.

Carlo crooked his finger at me and slid the sheet off his body. His hand traveled down to his semi-hard cock and stroked it.

Yeah.

I wasn’t getting sleep just yet.

My eyes watched his hand move up and down, making himself harder and harder.

For me.

“Your mouth,” he said in a hushed tone that made my nipples tingle and my pussy clench.

I let my towel drop silently to the floor. Then I grazed his calf with my fingers. The rough hair there tickled my skin as I dragged my fingers up.

And up.

And up.

Over his thigh.

To his warm, soft balls. And then up his rock-hard shaft.

The tip of him already greeted me with a few drops of liquid. I smiled at Carlo and leaned over to lick the salty wetness off.

His cock twitched at my touch and that gave me a sexy boldness that I loved.

“More,” he quietly grunted, still stroking himself right in front of me. I wasn’t sure why it was such a turn-on to watch Carlo touch himself.

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