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If Marina knew she was going to give birth to a miniature Ashton, she wouldn’t have filmed that Marc Jacobs ad where she met Ashton. Or she would have let him fuck her that night and just pretend he never existed after that. 

She groaned and covered her face with her pillow. She didn’t even know how Ashton was awake so early. It was almost midnight, when he got home last night. She was going to wait for him but she fell asleep, still jet lagged from her weeklong trip to Paris. 

Max and Ashton have been practicing their drumming since five in the morning. It was almost seven and to her luck that meant that it was time to get Max ready for school. She kicked off her duvet and reached for some clothes to change into. She did her morning routine and made her way downstairs. 

It took everything in her for her not to jump Ashton when she saw him shirtless in those ungodly pink Patagonia shorts her dad gave him for Christmas. He was lucky their first grader was eating Froot Loops. 

“Mornin’” he said casually, squeezing her hip when she sat on the island across from Max. 

He placed a mug of Colombian roast coffee in front of her and went to the fridge to get the homemade cinnamon creamer she used. He set the creamer next to her and went on about how he and Max had a breakthrough in their drumming lessons. 

Marina ignored him, she was too busy enjoying how his shorts squeezed his thighs in all the right places. She stirred her spoon around her mug imagining various positions she wanted Ashton to take her. 

“I know you want to fuck me, and I do too, but keep it in your panties until Calum picks up Max for carpool, Jaeger.” Ashton whispered behind her. 

Marina shuddered, feeling his broad chest on her back. It took her back to last night when she went to drop off dinner for him and the guys at the studio. Ashton thanked her in the best way possible: a quickie where he fucked her from behind and she thanked him for that by riding his face. 

“I’m done.” Max said, hopping off the stool. 

“Bowl.” Marina reminded him. 

Max nodded and took his bowl to the sink. 

He was about to reach for his iPad when Ashton cleared his throat.

“Hands.”

The six year old dropped his shoulders dramatically. “Fucking hell.” he grumbled as he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. 

Marina turned to Ashton who shared the same shocked look after hearing their kid curse. 

“He gets that shit from you.” Marina said, getting up from her stool.

“You’re not fucking serious?” Ashton scoffed. 

Marina shrugged and went to the fridge. She bent down and rummaged through the veggie drawer looking for some mushrooms and bell peppers for an omelet. She bent even lower getting the gruyere cheese Ashton hid because according to him, she used too much. Once she got all of her ingredients she stood back up and got on her tippy toes to get the eggs. 

She looked over her shoulder and noticed Ashton staring at her.

“Omelette?” She asked him, lifting up the basket of eggs. 

“No,” He mumbled, slightly startled. He looked up from her ass and cleared his throat. “Thank you, though.” 

She nodded and went back to making her omelette. Marina quickly retreated to the living room and played one of Ashton’s soft jazz records. She hummed along to the music and slowly swayed her hips as she sliced the veggies. 

Ashton cursed and dropped his head. He wasn’t sure if Marina was purposefully teasing him or she was just vibing while making herself breakfast. 

He grabbed his mug and went to the living room. Max jumped and covered something on the coffee table. 

“What are you hiding?” Ashton asked, eying him suspiciously. 

“Nothing.” He said nervously.

“Did you not do your maths?” 

Max sighed and rolled off the coffee table. “My mom doesn’t do it right.”

“Mate, we went over this. Just pretend to do it her way. I know Marina isn’t the best, but when I’m at the studio she helps you.”

“Don’t go to the studio.” 

“I can’t. We need money or how are we going to feed Nugget and Polly?” He reasoned by mentioning their chickens. 

“Mommy’s money?” 

“We can’t. She said that Nugget and Polly are our responsibility...let’s get on track. Where did you mum, fuck up?”

Ashton sat down on the floor with him and looked over the packet. They quickly worked together and went over the packet. Max erased all of the answers he got with Marina and put in the correct ones he got with Ashton. When they finished Marina came by with her omelet and sat on the couch.

“Are you showing your dad the homework we did?” She asked.

Max and Ashton shared a look. Max just nodded, not wanting to hurt Marina’s feelings. She may be bad at math but she didn’t deserve to be sad. 

Fifteen minutes later, Calum pulled up.

“Let’s go, slowpoke!” Nico yelled from the backseat.

“Nico, don’t be fucking rude.” Calum scolded her. 

“I’m going, fucking hell!” Max yelled back after he hugged Marina.

As Max climbed into Calum’s car, Ashton and Marina looked at each other and nodded in agreement. “It’s Calum’s fault.” they said in unison. 

Calum waved to them, and drove off. Ashton slipped inside and jogged upstairs. He changed into some jeans and a tank top then made his way to his home studio. He figured that Marina went back to sleep, so he could do a quick session before making lunch for him and Marina. 

He sat on his stool, spreading his legs open, and began drumming. An hour in all he could think about was Marina. When she walked down to the kitchen she was dressed in his flannel and a simple black nightgown. All he wanted to do was to take her against the counter. Then get on his knees and devour her. 

Ashton cursed as his pants grew tighter. He rolled back in his stool until he was leaning against the wall. He tugged down his pants and palmed himself through his boxers. His mind went back to a few weeks ago when he was writing and Marina wandered down to ask him what he wanted for lunch. But it ended with her on her knees talking him in her mouth. 

He closed his eyes and imagined it was Marina’s small hand stroking him. He pulled out his cock, and it was as if she was kneeling in front of him, feigning surprise when she saw his length springing out of his boxers. He slowly stroked himself the way she would before she slipped him in her mouth.

“Guess you’re enjoying the video I sent you.” Marina said, leaning against the staircase. 

“What video?” He asked, motioning her to sit on his lap.

“The one of me fucking myself… are you just fucking yourself for shits and giggles?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

Ashton shrugged. “I was bored.”

“And here I thought I was beng a goog baby mama and sneinf you videos of me fucking myself.”

“You can show me the video.”

“Or I can give you a live demonstration.” She trailed off.

Marina straddled his thigh properly and leaned forward to kiss his neck. With one hand she held one to his obscenely large bicep while with the other she stroked his length. 

Ashton groaned.

“You like the sound of that.” she whispered softly.

Without a second thought Ashton picked her up and carried her to the couch in the studio. He sat down and pulled her back on his thigh. They made out lazily. A few teasing touches here and there, but nothing too extreme. They were waiting for the other to crack. . .

With a few teasing touches here and there, they both grew restless. Marina pushed herself off him and pressed her knees on either side of him. She sighed as she rubbed herself with Ashton's length before lowering herself down him. She moaned in pleasure once she was fully filled on his cock. Finally she slowly started to ride him.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. 

He shut his eyes as she trailed her lips down his neck. He loved the way she claimed his body when she rode him. He brought his hands to her hips to help guide her, but she giggled and pushed them away. 

“Let me take care of you.” She softly whispered. She kissed and nipped by his ear, his sweet spot.

Ashton licked his lips and praised her about how good she felt around him and well she was riding him. He started to meet her thrusts. It was his telltale sign that he was about to come. 

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. The pace that he was meeting her thrusts increased. Marina was a moaning mess, chanting his name in pleasure and praising him. His hand slid in between them. He furiously rubbed her clit. With one final thrust from him, he came. 

Ashton threw his neck back and cursed loudly. His hands wandered to her hips as he helped her reach her orgasm. His hand slid between them and he furiously rubbed her clit.

Without sliding out of her he ,not so swiftly, flipped them over, so he was on top. He wrapped her legs around his waist. Incoherent pleas and moans filled the studio. 

Both of them panted as Ashton slumped over her. Her lips found his, kissing him gently before she pushed back his hair. Her hands rubbed his back where she scratched him up. 

A soft smile formed on his lips. He lifted himself up only to press a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I love you." He said.

"And I love you." She smiled back at him.

Ashton got up and grabbed one of the blankets he kept in the studio and covered them. Exhausted, they both fell into a deep sleep. 

A loud ringing, jolted them awake. Ashton cursed, hearing his phone ring. He scrambled through his pants looking for his phone.

“What?” He answered. 

“Open the fucking door.” Calum answered. 

“Why?”

“It’s after school?” 

Ashton cursed and pulled on his pants. 

“Calum, tell him to hurry.” He heard Nico through the other line.

“Oh and Nico has to shit.” Calum said. 

“No I don’t...I have to pee.”

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“Yeah, that’s what you dreamt about? I hope mommy and I were with you,” he comments with her and grabs a new diaper. “I’ll make you some breakfast and then when mommy wakes up, maybe we could go for a walk to the park.”

Clementine kicks her legs and it makes Ashton giggle because her movements make it hard for him to fasten her diaper. 

When she’s all clean he hums to her all the way downstairs, singing softly as he gets her bottle from the fridge. He flips the switch on his coffeemaker and sets Clementine on her blanket at the edge of the living room so he can watch her and hands her the bottle. She takes it and starts to drink away happily.

“You’re such a big girl, darling,” he praises how advanced she is for only 3 months. 

He whistles while he gets the fruits and coconut water sorted in the blender for Y/N when she wakes. He adds the ice and presses the puree button watching the fruits blend and mix in one creamy pink color. He pours it into a large glass then sets it in the fridge.

Ashton gets his mug out just as the coffee maker stops brewing and pours the black liquid energy into his mug. Clementine watches him when he makes his way back to her, her mouth pops off the bottle and she raises her arms towards him again. 

“Should we sit outside while we have our coffee, darling?” He lifts her in his arms again and opens the back door. The grass tickles his toes and then the warm stones of their garden warm him up immediately. 

He sits down easily on the egg chair, Clementine fitting perfectly on his lap. He kisses the top of her head and tries to smooth down her curls blowing softly in the morning breeze. She rests her body against his comfortably and continues to drink heartily. The fish are swimming in circles in the newly upgraded pond, a task that took all weekend with the help of Luke and Calum.

Y/N and Clementine watched from a blanket as Ashton directed them on what to do and got a little upset when they couldn’t see his vision. Clementine kept trying to go over to her daddy and when Y/N saw how distraught Ashton was, she let Clementine crawl her way over. 

“Well, hiya Clem!” Calum grinned down at her, she pulled herself up using Ashton’s legs for support. 

Ashton softened immediately at the sight of his baby girl and hoisted her onto the place on his waist reserved for her. The three men took a well deserved baby break, both Luke and Calum acting silly just to get Clem to laugh. 

Clementine sighs and lets go of her bottle, it rolls onto the space next to Ashton on the chair.

“All finished baby love?” he rubs at her belly and she grabs hold of his leather bracelet. 

They sit outside until he’s finished with his own coffee and then he sets her back on her blanket with a few toys. Y/N’s still not up yet but she should be soon. Ashton is starting to get worried because she’s becoming very tired again.

He sits down at his piano and starts to play an upbeat, but quiet melody to try and rouse her awake. Clementine squeals behind him, she loves music. 

“Can you sing for me, baby?” he calls to her and she starts to sing in her own way. Ashton’s giggling and hopes Y/N wakes up soon to get Clementine on video. 

It’s when Clementine stops making noise that Ashton turns around to see her pulling out the gardening books from the wooden crate against the wall. Ashton takes his phone out quickly snapping a picture just as Y/N emerges. 

“You two having a party without me?” Y/N smiles tiredly.

Upon hearing her voice, Clementine stops her pillaging and turns around with a big smile. 

“Hi my sweet girl! Did you eat breakfast already?” She asks moving slower than normal to pick Clementine up.

Ashton admires his girls. He tries to ignore the way Y/N’s body shook as she stood up, and how her body appears thinner. Her sleep shirt falls off her shoulder and when he looks at her face, he sees beauty obviously, but something else. He can’t quite put his finger on it. Is it her eyes?

“Did daddy make me my smoothie?” Y/N asks then walks over to him on his piano bench. 

“Of course I did,” Ashton smiles up at her. She cups his cheek in her cold hand placing his own hand on her hip. “It’s in the fridge. I told Clem we should go for a walk to the park.”

“I’d like that. I’ll pack some snacks for you,” she bends down to kiss Ashton’s forehead before walking away.

Ashton watches her, a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach sending signals that something is wrong with how he could feel her hip bone.

           Ashton walked over to her, Oliver now soundly asleep in her arms. She ran a finger gently down his soft cheek as Ashton’s mouth fell open in bewilderment. “I helped my mom raise my baby sister.” She said, a soft smile pressing against her lips as her eyes stayed locked on the little boy in her arms. “I was sixteen when she was born, and my dad always seemed to resent my baby sister, so I had to step in whenever I could.” She managed to pull her eyes away from the beautiful boy and look at Ashton. Her eyes met his and she immediately saw the resemblance, causing her to smile widely as she continued to sway with Oliver, “I’ve learned some other helpful things from coworkers and friends, so if you need help, I’m here for you.” Her eyes twinkling in the low light. Ashton had wanted to kiss her then, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he knew he wasn’t going to have to raise Oliver by himself, or because she looked incredibly attractive holding his son. Whatever the reason, he refrained and sighed in relief, thanking her for being so kind.

           Ever since that day, she and Ashton developed a new routine. She would wake up extra early to get ready for work so that she could stop by his house and ask if he needed anything before she headed off. Even though most days Ashton said yes, he mostly said yes so that he could see her. Only a few times has it been because he actually needed help. Every morning she would leave at exactly six, never later, never earlier. Ashton would smile at her as she walked out the door, knowing he would see her in the evening. Each evening, after work, she would stop by with things to make dinner, or carry out. She would cook while Ashton made Oliver’s formula, or caught up on his own work. They would all eat together, Ashton would sit across from her and admire how she interacted with his son. He couldn’t help that he was quickly falling in love with her. After dinner, she would help Ashton get Oliver to sleep, and then offer to help him clean everything up. She always hoped he would say yes so she could spend time alone with him, but he always smiled a soft smile and said no. She then would return the smile, kiss him on the cheek and walk home; every single day.

           Today was different though, it was Saturday, the day she always took to catch up on her own self. She would call her mother, and every time she would talk about Ashton and Oliver, she would look out her window and hope she could see him, her head ducking every time she failed to see him. It was around six in the evening when she hung up with her mother and there was a knock on her door.  With her eyebrows furrowed, she opened the door, finding Ashton on the other side. Her eyebrows raised completely seeing him standing there showered, clean shaven and dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans and a leather jacket. His hair slicked back into a pompadour style. Ashton cleared his throat and smiled, fidgeting with his phone while he spoke. “I’m sorry, I know you usually take Saturdays to yourself, but I was wondering if you had some time to come over real fast and help me out with something?” He noticed he was fidgeting with his phone, so he shoved it in his pocket and shifted his weight, leaning an arm against her door frame. Although she hesitated, she agreed and turned to change into something a little more appropriate than sweatpants.

           As they walked down the hill towards Ashton’s house, she had her arms crossed over her chest. Ashton’s hands were shoved in his pockets and there was a soft smirk sitting on his lips. She was confused, but she followed him inside anyway. When they got inside, the lights were turned down so they were just barely lit, Ashton smiled at her and walked toward the kitchen without a word. She followed behind him, still confused on what was happening. As she crossed into the kitchen she saw the table was set, a candle in the middle of the table lit. Ashton pulled out one of the chairs and motioned for her to sit down. Without uncrossing her arms, she moved towards the seat. As Ashton pushed her chair in, she looked at him and asked where Oliver was. After Ashton sat down and pulled his chair towards the table, he cleared his throat. “Luke and Sierra have been begging to babysit, so they have him for the night.” Ashton smiled and began pouring wine into the glasses in front of them.

           She blinked a few times and looked down at herself, suddenly feeling completely underdressed. Her tongue ran over her lips as the nervousness crept through her entire body. Her arms finally uncrossing and her hands landed in her lap, she leaned forward, “Are we on a date right now?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ashton laughed, and raised a single eyebrow. She sat back and ran a hand through her hair, it’s not that she didn’t want to go on a date with him, she just expected it to be a bit different than this. “I wish you would’ve told me, I look awful.” Her eyes dropped to her hands and she absently played with her fingers, her appetite suddenly fading.

           Ashton stopped pouring the wine and pulled his eyebrows together, “I think you look just fine.” He set the bottle down and watched her.

           She rolled her eyes and then scoffed, “’Fine,’ you say.” She leaned forward, her eyes locking with his, “Every time I’ve thought about a date with you, I’ve looked so good that you can’t keep your hands off me.” It was word vomit, and she knew it, and it was definitely not something she wanted Ashton to hear. As her face flushed a bright red, Ashton raised his eyebrows. Her eyes closed and her lips pulled into her mouth. All she could think about was running, but instead she placed a hand on her forehead and tried to hide herself.

           Ashton let out a laugh and sat back, licking his lips, “You’ve thought about that?”

           “Oh god,” she let out a laugh and completely covered her face, not being able to contain her laughter.

Ashton walked in the house eating his breakfast sandwich and stopped his chewing. It was surprisingly cool. A few days ago, the AC had stopped working and being the forgetful man he was, he put it off. That was until his three year old gremlin, Max, bit him in frustration because he couldn’t take the heat. So he and Marina sent him off to Michael’s so he can play with Ethan and have some air conditioning. 

Marina's cackle filled their house. He waited a few seconds to figure out where her laugh was coming from. After hearing her laugh one more time, he pinpointed her to the backyard. He kept walking until he found her nodding along to whatever the unknown man said. 

He felt his jaw clench, seeing her only dressed in a blue and green bikini, oblivious to the man's oggleling. Unconsciously, he unbuttoned his white button up shirt and draped it over Marina’s shoulders. Ashton kissed her shoulder. He nodded his head to the man and asked, “Who’s this?”

“This is Scott. He came to fix the AC since someone almost made it explode.” Marina teased him, oblivious to Ashton’s actions. She slipped her hands in the sleeves and hugged the shirt.

“Is he almost done?” Ashton asked her. 

“Just about.” Scott the repairman said, crouched behind the giant box. 

 “I’m gonna go inside.” Marina mumbled. She squeezed one of Ashton’s hands and went inside. 

About five minutes later, Ashton curtly thanked the repairman and slammed the front door shut. 

“How’s our gremlin?” Marina asked him while stacked some vinyls. 

“Our gremlin is now Michael's problem.” Ashton said, tiptoeing his way to the green couch.

She sat on the floor of their living room, rearranging her vinyls that Ashton thought was a good idea to mix in with his. She had the best system for arranging her record collection. No could compete with rainbow order. She neatly gathered her pile of reds and got up to get her composition notebook to write the order she had. 

He laid on his back and watched her. “Why did you call someone to come fix the air conditioner?”

“I was this close to walking around naked.”

“Then my plan is going accordingly.” he smiled, leaning on his side to kiss her, but she swerved him. He scoffed and rolled back on his back. “What time should we go get Max?”

“Later, around dinner time. He’ll be tired from running around with Michael and Fiona's dogs.” She got on her knees and pushed her pile off to the side and grabbed the orange stack. She felt Ashton’s eyes on her so she tied the ends of his shirt, making it an oversized crop top. She bent over again and posed as if Ashton was going to fuck her from behind. She felt a sharp pain on her left ass cheek and looked over her shoulder. 

“You’re not very subtle.” Ashton commented, paging through a magazine that Marina was on the cover. 

“Neither are you.” She smiled sweetly at him before going back to her work. 

A half hour later, Marina finished organizing. She stood on her knees proudly looking over her neat color coordinated piles. Only she didn’t have anywhere to put her records. Before Ashton stole them and added them to his collections, she used to store them in a metal trunk that slowly turned into Max’s toy trunk. 

“You think building an IKEA bookshelf is at your skill level? Since calling someone to come fix the air conditioning wasn’t.” She asked him.

Ashton turned to her. His face read along the lines of slightly stunned and slightly insulted because she assumed that he couldn’t build a simple bookshelf. 

“It's my skill level,” he scoffed defensively. His face relaxed into an innocent smile. “I’m just afraid you’re going to jump me halfway and beg me to have my way with you like the time I built Max’s crib.” 

“Excuse you, I was thirty weeks pregnant. My hormones were all over the place. Pregnant me was a whole different person than the person kindly asking you to build her a lovely bookshelf.”  

“If you say so,” he grumbled. 

He pulled her into a quick, but knee weakening kiss and got up. He went upstairs to change out of his skinny jeans into some basketball shorts. When he returned, Marina was nowhere in sight and there was a giant IKEA box in the middle of the living room. Ashton mumbled a few colorful words about being swindled into building her furniture and grabbed his tool box from the guest room where he was installing new lighting fixtures. 

From the guest room he spotted Marina rubbing on sunscreen. He watched her push down his shirt and rubbed some on her shoulders. His shorts tightened as he kept watching her. He fixed the growing tent under his shorts and went back to the living room. 

Ashton grabbed one of her records, knowing she was going to come back inside and remind him that if he wants to play one of her records all he has to do is. He carefully placed it on the record player and turned up the volume as the first song played. 

Every so often he would peek out to the yard and check on Marina. It truly surprised him that she hasn't barged in yet. The record was almost ready to get flipped so it can play on the other side. He noticed that she had her headphones on while she drew on her notebook. Annoyed, he continued his work and stopped asking for her attention. 

***

Marina frowned and loudly shut her notebook. Ashton had been hard at work and he hadn’t made a snarky remark to her. She got up from the lounge chair and went inside. She made a show of parading in front of Ashton, but he didn’t even glance at her. 

She grabbed a homemade popsicle, courtesy of Ashton’s fruit trees and garden. She took off his shirt and pulled off her bikini top, putting back on his shirt. She grabbed one of her books off the counter and went to the living room. She sat criss-cross applesauce on their green couch and shamelessly watched him until he looked up. 

He didn’t.

The sticky substance slowly dripped down her hand. Marina sighed, the only sticky substance she wanted on her hand should be coming from Ashton ,but he was being a good boyfriend and building her bookshelf. She huffed, knowing that Ashton wasn’t going to give her any attention any time soon, she cleaned up her mess.

She slipped whatever was left on the popsicle in her mouth and sucked on it until she was sure there wasn’t going to be any dripage. She pulled it out and slipped it back once she felt a cold drop fall on her thigh. 

“You’re the most obvious person ever.” Ashton chuckled. “Just say you want to choke on my cock.” 

“What?” Marina blinked at him, confused. 

“What?” He mocked her. He laughed sarcastically. “But lucky for you. I’m done.”

Ashton sat next to her, taking her popsicle. He candidly ate her popsicle, reminding her of how masterful his tongue is. 

“And lucky for you, I’m feeling in a thankful mood.” Marina smiled sweetly at him. 

She grabbed one of their decorative pillows and placed it on the ground. She gently pushed Ashton back as she situated herself in between his thighs. She playfully spanked his ass, motioning him to drop his shorts. He gave her a pointed look and pushed his hips up, pulling down his shirts to his ankles. 

Marina giggled as his cock bounced off his stomach. She sat closer to his exposed cock and adjusted the pillow so it sat in between her thighs. She slowly kissed up its length. She greedily slipped him in her mouth. She moaned out in pleasure as he hit the back of her throat. Her hips followed the pace her mouth went. 

Ashton’s low curses became full-on grunts and moans. One of his hands gripped her hair, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Marina let out soft moans. One of her hands was already playing with herself. Her other hand gripped one of his legs, nails digging into his thighs, keeping her up. Minutes later he gently pulled out his cock from her. 

Before she protested, Ashton patted the green shouch. “Hands and knees.”   

Marina nodded and knelt in front of one of the arm chairs. Her fingers shook in excitement as she tried to unbutton Ashton’s shirt. She was about to push it off her shoulders, but she felt his hand on her. He leaned forward and kissed up her neck.

“Leave it on. You know, I like fucking you with my clothes on you.” He whispered in her ear. “Ready?”

Marina nodded eagerly. She looked over her shoulder and pulled him into a kiss. But she pulled away before her back cramped up. She draped herself over the armrest and waited for him. Before she did anything, he yanked her bikini bottom to side and shoved himself in her in one satisfying thrust.  

Ashton pulled out and pushed himself in her once more. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. He twisted his shirt around his hand, using it so Marina could stay up right. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Marina couldn’t hold back. She begged Ashton to keep fucking her at that deliciously slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back. 

“Fuck.” Ashton moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Marina. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, take me so good, angel.” He groaned in her ear. Ashton shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hit her in that spot that made her beg for him. 

“Please, fuck—” 

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Ashton worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Marina. 

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Ashton’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Marina, spilling every last drop in her.

“I love you so much, angel.” Ashton mumbled against her lips. 

“I love you too,” Marina giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

They kissed like they had all the time in the world. Their giggles bounced off the walls as their teasing touches became playful. Ashton blew raspberries all over her stomach. Marina gasped for air, trying to make him stop. 

A low buzz came from the top of the shelf. Ashton cursed and pushed himself off the bed. Michael’s face appeared on the screen.

“‘Llo?” he answered.

“Your son and I are outside your door. Could you please—”

“Shit, give us a minute.” Ashton hung up. He pulled on his shorts. 

“You said you were picking him up.” Marina whisper-yelled. 

“I was.” He argued. Marina sprinted upstairs to change while he went to get the door. “Sorry, we were building a bookshelf and got really into it.” He said opening the door to Max and Michael.

“More like you got into Marina.” Michael teased. 

“My house is cold again.” Max clapped before taking off his shoes. He tossed them to Ashton and ran to the kitchen. 

“We were building a bookshelf.” Ashton argued.

Michael snorted and crossed his arms. “Yeah, and the moans that I heard were what?” 

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