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“Hurry the fuck up,” she whispered.
I laughed through another groan and didn’t stop until I nutted.
Deep.
She came right after, shaking on the sink, pussy clamping down, dripping.
Everything after that was rushed and reckless as hell. We were both listening for footsteps, Avery trying to keep her voice down while my kids talked to Levin downstairs. By the time we finally separated, reality came back fast.
Avery started fixing herself.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Relax.”
“Don’t tell me to relax! Look at my fucking hair.”
“It look fine.”
“You say everything look fine!”
“Because it do.”
“Do I look like I just had sex?”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
“Xavier!”
“What you want me to do? Lie?”
“Help me!”
“How the fuck I’m supposed to help you?”
She sucked her teeth and started fixing her clothes.
I pulled my shirt on.
She looked at me again.
“Why Heather calling you?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Not now.”
“This conversation ain’t over.”
“It is tonight.”
“Fuck you.”
“You just did.”
She flipped me off.
