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Magnus was probably walking funny when hemanaged to turn around and face Trey. It could’ve been due to the soreness from Trey’s incredible fucking or because his dick was so damn hard. He would be dealing with the former for a while, but he intended to take care of the latter as soon as he could find some privacy.
When Trey was finished cleaning up with the wipes Magnus had been doing inventory on, he pulled up his jeans and walked out, smirking as Magnus attempted to redress. He left him with a parting shot. “You should find Ava. She’s waitin’ for you.”
Magnus couldn’t believe this was the same Trey Walker who’d been putting distance between them for months. The man had done a complete one-eighty, showing signs of the same horny man Magnus had fallen in love with. Only now, he was playful.
He had no fucking clue what to make of that, but Magnus was not about to take it for granted. He liked this side of Trey. A fucking lot.
After he pulled up his shorts, he slipped out of the closet and made a pit stop in the bathroom to clean himself up. Once he was satisfied, he went in search of Ava. He started his hunt in the front office but found Gia on the phone. He looked in his private office but came up empty. He trekked back through the building, looking in the small kennel area, then the indoor training room, before venturing outside. One of the part-timers mentioned seeing her heading into the storage barn, where they kept lawn equipment, cold-weather gear, and extra cages.
Magnus couldn’t imagine what she was doing in there.
He stepped inside, closing the sliding door behind him.
“Ava?”
“Over here.”
“Are you lookin’ for somethin’? And if so, wh— Oh, fuck me,” he hissed when he stepped around one of the partitions to find Ava perched on a wooden box crate, a blanket beneath her. She had her legs spread wide, her hand tucked into her shorts. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but it was pretty fucking obvious.
When she started to pull her hand out of her shorts, he shook his head and moved toward her. He kneeled on the floor at the edge of the crate.
“Let me watch,” he urged, tugging her shorts aside so he could see her little fingers teasing her clit.
“Trey made me come like this,” she whispered.
“With his fingers?”
She nodded.
“Not his mouth?”
Ava shook her head.
“Then that’smytreat.”
When he leaned in, Ava moved her fingers away, and Magnus licked her like an ice cream cone twice before focusing on her clit.
He teased her as he spoke. “One of these days, I’m gonna lick Trey’s cum out of your pussy.”
“That’s … hot,” she moaned, reclining back and spreading her legs wider. “Did Trey find you?”
Her voice trembled only slightly as he feasted on her.
“He did.”
“What did he do?”
“Fucked my ass in the storage room.”
She inhaled sharply. “I love watching him fuck you. It makes me wet.”
“So does my tongue,” he said as he speared her pussy.
“Have you … ever … fucked him?”
“I have.”
