Chapter 53. Will He Choose Me or My Mum?

Ava

We finished breakfast like two people who’d been starving for years.

I licked the last bit of syrup off my thumb, and he watched me do it with that dark, hungry look that said the food part was officially over. The second I set my fork down, he was on me.

He lifted me straight off the stool, hands under my thighs, towel gone in one tug. My back hit the fridge, magnets clattering to the floor. I laughed into his mouth as he kissed me hard, tasting coffee and bacon and pure want. My legs locked around his waist, his sweatpants already shoved down just enough, cock hot and heavy against my slick folds.

“Kitchen first,” he growled against my neck, teeth scraping the bruise he’d left last night.

He didn’t wait for an answer. One brutal thrust and he was inside me, deep, stretching me open, the cold fridge door shocking against my spine while he burned me from the inside. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles crossed tight at the sm