My jaw clenched. I had unblocked him since he was being civil after the court hearing. Because he knew if he didn’t, I’d never let him see Paige or Lily ever again.
Paige frowned but answered. “Hello?”
Seeing her naked and sprawled on my couch talking to her ex-husband made me feel daring. So I spread her thighs again, trailing hot kisses up the soft skin until my lips brushed her soaked pussy.
Paige squirmed, trying to shove me away, and whispered, “Derek!”
I didn’t move. Instead, I licked her slow and deep, tongue parting her slicked folds and drinking every drop of her sweetness.
She murmured ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yes’ into the phone to whatever the fuck Jack was saying.
Her breathing hitched and voice pitched higher when I gently played with her clit. Her hazel eyes went wide, silently begging me to stop.
I pulled back and whispered, “Come for me. Let your ex hear every filthy moan he never earned. Let him know exactly how I make this perfect cunt cum.”
She clenched hard around my tongue, a muffled whimper escaping. I chuckled softly, the vibration making her hips buck.
I stroked myself once, twice and snatched the phone from her hand. Her eyes flew wide in panic when I hit the speaker.
“How long are you planning to keep talking to her?” I drawled. “I’m getting jealous.”
Jack paused and realized that I was in the room with her. “Shut the fuck up, Peterson?—”
I smirked at Paige, who looked flushed, dripping with pleasure, and looking absolutely mortified, trying to take her phone back.
“Anything else you need, Jack?” I asked. “Or would you like to listen while I fuck my soon-to-be wife senseless?”
“What the fuck?”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“Listen to me, you piece of shi?—”
I ended the call mid-sentence.
Paige glared up at me. “That was rude.”
I nudged my cock against her entrance, sliding through her slick heat. She gasped, the sound so fucking erotic, I might have exploded in seconds if I didn’t control myself.
“Forgive me?” I asked, thrusting hard and deep.
Hearing her soft moans, I might have been forgiven. If not, I knew a lot of ways I could apologize to her on my knees with my tongue, mouth and fingers.
We fucked fast with her nails digging into my shoulders, my hips slamming into hers as the couch creaked beneath us. Every drag of my cock dragging a moan from her throat, her tight walls milking me until we came together, our gasps echoing in the living room.
“Think I can still knock you up again?” I said, kissing her damp shoulder. “Make it twins this time?”
She smacked my arm, laughing breathlessly. “Behave.”
I grinned against her skin.
Never.
38
BECAUSE I AM HAPPY
DEREK
