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“You like it?”

“Can’t wait to get inside of it, but first, let’s finish what you started on the elevator.”

“Okay.” She giggled and fell to her knees again. She would have to stop all that giggling shit before she fucked up my erection.

Her mouth was full of me again within seconds. I gripped her head and rocked my hips back and forth as I slowly fed her my dick. She had no gag reaction, and that shit turned me on. She slobbered up and down on my dick, put her hands and mouth to work, and she blew on my shit like she was blowing the pipe.

“Aww fuck, shorty. You give the best head.”

She giggled around my dick as she stared up at me with those pretty ass eyes. She closed them and got serious again. Just when I was ready to explode, I pulled out, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and covered up.

“Turn around.”

I knew that I would have to fuck her, bust this nut, and send her on her way. I couldn’t put up with her giggling ass all night long.

She gripped the edge of the couch, and I kicked her legs apart. When I entered her, her walls were loose, but shorty was dripping wet like someone turned on the shower.

I stroked her deep and hard, making her scream my name. Truthfully, I wasn’t even in the mood to have sex tonight. It had become a ritual, one that I had no idea how to break.

As I fucked her, I wondered what life would be like after retirement. Things had been over between Kendra and me for a while.

I’d only attempted to settle down with her because of my son. She had shown me that was a joke from the start. About six months ago, I’d given up on the illusion that she wanted a relationship with me. She wanted my baby because she saw a payday on the horizon.

There would be no more victory celebrations, game day fucking, wild parties, or any of that shit. I’d still have access to the life, but not an excuse to indulge.

I was thirty-five. Maybe it was time for me to settle down, but until then, I was gonna get this nut one way or the other.

I fucked shorty hard all night long, from the living area to the bedroom to the balcony. She got the dick, and she got several nuts out of me, only in the condom, though. I made sure I flushed that shit down the toilet. I wasn’t about to let another gold-digging bitch get my million-dollar seeds.

I was tired as a muthafucka and angry as hell. Kendra not only didn’t show up at Disney World for the all-expense paid trip, but she wasn’t home when I arrived for the parade. She had been missing for the last few days, and now she had pulled up in the driveway like everything was fine.

I stood in the window and watched as she unstrapped my son from the car seat and hefted him in her arms. It took a lot of restraint to not move the entire time she walked up the sidewalk to the house.

The four minutes it took for her to reach the living room where I was passed by painfully slow. Some days, I wondered why the hell I had this big ass house at all. I wasn’t happy here, and I hadn’t been for a long time. The only reason I’d bought it was because Kendra thought it was fitting for my status.

“Hey, you’re back,” she greeted happily when she stepped into the living room.

“Where were you?”

The smile dropped from her lips. “Drew, I haven’t been feeling like myself. I just needed some time is all.”

“You had one fucking job—get my son to Florida.”

“I told you that I didn’t feel like going. Please don’t come home and be on this bullshit.”

“You could’ve let my sister bring him down there to me. The arrangements were made.”

“I don’t like the vibes your sister gives. She doesn’t like me, and I don’t trust her to not poison my son against me.”

I ground my teeth to keep from saying, “For good goddamn reason.” Instead, I turned away from the window and fully faced her. She dropped her eyes away from mine and looked at my son asleep in her arms.

“Give him to me,” I commanded, reaching for him.

“He’s asleep, Drew.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m looking at him, Kendra.”

She sighed and smacked her lips, but she handed him over. Noah was thirteen months, and he was the joy of my life. I carried him to his nursery and put him to bed before I returned to his mother.