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Now I’m ready to go home and sleep in Balor’s bed.
“Did you have a good week?” he asks, brushing the hair out of my face behind the headband.
“The best. You?”
“Amazing. Because I got to spend this with you. Now,and not with seven brats and my cranky da.” He kisses me.
“I won’t tell Shea you called her a brat.” I sink into Balor’s arms and close my eyes because it’s dark and there’s nothing to look at outside.
“We should be in New York in four hours, folks,” Arden announces from the cockpit.
We eat takeout on the plane from a restaurant with a six-month wait for a reservation. After we finish, I’m so satisfied, I just nod off.
I wake up, and Balor is helping me into his Rivian, which he left at the airport. Twenty minutes later, we’re back in his townhouse, climbing the stairs.
This didn’t feel real. And yet, it was the five best days of my life.
So far.
THAT NIGHT WE MAKElove and wake up Friday morning and fuck again. Naked, sweaty, writhing, clawing at each other, and grunting like animals. The sex also gets more intimate between us each time.
“Christ, this is so hot. Fucking you while you’re pregnant with my baby,” he growls into my ear. “You’re so wet for me, Ella.”
We’ve been going at it like this all week.
I’ve been taking as much of Balor as I can get. I’m going home tomorrow. I don’t live here. Balor is my boyfriend and we’re having a baby. That’s how my mind sees it, even if packing my clothes will bring tears to my eyes.
My father is due home Saturday night. I have to be there.
Balor grips his headboard with one hand and squeezes my ass with the other, fucking me with the force of a freight train, groaning and growling.
“Fuuuuck,” he roars and spills inside me. “God, thatwas so good. We’re so good together.”
I wrap my legs around him tighter. “We are.”
“Are you happy?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.
“Of course I’m happy.”
“I don’t mean from the plane I bought you, or all the good sex,” he says wryly, sneaking a look at me.
“Oh. Then no. I’m not happy.”
“Brat. On your hands and knees.”
Biting my lip, I flip over, ready to beg for his cock in my ass, when my thoughts are cut short by someone pounding on Balor’s front door.
“Who the fuck is that?” Balor bites out, looking at his phone. He stares at his security camera app and mutters, “Uh oh.”
“What?” I say, choking on sobs building in my throat, thinking it’s Wes. It’s all been too good. It had to come crashing down.
“Get dressed.Right now.”
“What? Who’s at the door?” I pull on my yoga pants, waiting to hear my ex’s name fall off Balor’s lips with venom. Right after he used that mouth to give me immense pleasure.
He just stares at me stone-faced. “It’s your father.”
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