Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 108: Breakfast or cum.

Chapter 108: Breakfast or cum.

Ashley lay quietly facing Lorenzo, her heart still pounding fast, her core slightly sore from their four wild rounds—three in the bathtub and one on the bed. Earlier in the bathroom, he’d talked about wanting to own her completely, but somehow, she wasn’t as scared anymore.

"Want me to make you another breakfast?" Lorenzo asked, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

"Then eat me again after, right?" she teased, eyeing him suspiciously.

He stole a kiss from her wet lips. He’d admitted long ago he couldn’t get enough of how good she tasted.

Ashley smiled.

"I promise I won’t do that," he said.

"What if I want to be eaten?" She asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Their eyes locked, and Lorenzo pulled her closer. His hands soon started exploring again.

"Then I have no choice," he said, pausing on her shoulder. Ashley squirmed, his strong presence making her wet again.

"So tell me, baby," Lorenzo whispered. "Do you want Daddy to make you breakfast or make you come?"

Fuck. At this rate, she didn’t mind being his sex toy. Her breath grew ragged.

"I need words, baby," he urged, slipping his hands under her dress to pinch her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched toward him, even though there was no more space between them.

"Make me come," she finally whispered. She’d deal with her sore stomach later.

A low growl rumbled in Lorenzo’s chest as he slid smoothly under the duvet. Fire seemed to race across her skin as he parted her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything under her gown. She watched in anticipation, expecting him to go straight in—but instead, his tongue swiped from her vulva upward.

She arched into the bed, loving the sweet tingles spreading through her. She couldn’t see his face under the duvet, but the fabric moved with him—secret, urgent—and it sent a delicious thrill through her.

"Umm..." she breathed when his warm lips closed over a nipple.

Suddenly, Lorenzo’s phone rang loudly. They both jolted before Ashley cursed softly.

Lorenzo’s head popped up from under the duvet as he reached for the phone, checking the caller.

"I need to take this," he whispered, settling beside her again.

Ashley nodded, biting back her frustration. Who had such terrible timing? Her pussy clenched and unclenched with the memory of his touch.

"What are you doing?" she quickly whispered, her voice shaky as his hand slipped back under the duvet, pausing at her wet entrance.

"Shh, I didn’t say I’d stop fucking you. Just don’t make a sound. This call’s important."

He slid the bouncing green icon and put it on loudspeaker, his hands already stroking her pussy. Was he serious right now?

"Grey," a thick male voice came through.

"I’m listening, Rafael," Lorenzo said firmly. Ashley squirmed, amazed at how he kept such a straight face and calm voice in this moment.

Two fingers slipped inside her, the pace quickening. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, trying to muffle the gasp that threatened to escape.

Her arousal spiked again—there was something thrilling about being fucked while the man on the call had no idea

"I heard Jamie’s wife and kid were seen in Rose city, I want you to take over the search. It’s dragging, and I’m getting bored," Rafael Vincenzo demanded.

Lorenzo’s stomach twisted at the mention but he masked the unease before Ashley noticed.

Another finger pushed in deeper. Ashley’s eyes rolled back. One hand grabbed his, trying to pull him away—she couldn’t take it anymore. She was so close, desperate to scream.

But his eyes warned her. When she still didn’t let go, Lorenzo suddenly pulled away and slapped her pussy hard.

Ashley yelped, a little too loud. Her eyes widened in panic, and her hands flew back over her mouth. Had the guy on the call heard that?

A smirk tugged at Lorenzo’s lips.

"Are you there, Grey?" Rafael asked.

"Of course. Heard you loud and clear," Lorenzo said smoothly.

The call ended, but Ashley didn’t realize it at once. When she did, she wanted to ask who it was, but decided not to. If Lorenzo wanted her to know, he’d tell her. Besides, it wasn’t like she could have a proper conversation with him pumping her pussy so hard.

Then Lorenzo slapped her there again, and her breath caught—pain and pleasure mixing.

"I hate you," she blurted, cursing under her breath.

"I—" Lorenzo almost fell into the temptation of saying he loved her, how much he did, but stopped. They’d agreed to take things slow.

"I’m going to make you regret saying that to me," he replied instead, a wicked smirk crawling across his lips as he slid under the duvet and parted her legs even wider. One leg rested on his shoulder, the other dangled down. He got a perfect view of her pussy — the most pinkish, beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

A sharp gasp escaped Ashley as he buried his face in her, sucking, licking, lapping, eating her like his life depended on it.

She lost count of how many times she came, but by the time Lorenzo finally pulled away, she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk properly for at least a few hours. He laid beside her again, breathing rough.

Ashley smiled.

How was she supposed to go to work today if she couldn’t even walk right?

At that thought, her hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening.

Lorenzo looked down at her. "Something wrong?" he asked, propping himself up to get a good look at her face.

"I just remembered we both have work," she said, sitting up. "We’re supposed to be at the office."

Lorenzo burst out laughing.

She eyed him. "What’s so funny?"

"You just remembered you have work after how many times?" he asked, trying to count. Ashley slapped his chest.

"It’s not my fault—you were all over me," she said in defense.

"Fine, I agree," he said with a grin, sitting up fully. "But right now, I’m pretty sure you can’t even walk," he teased, devilish grin widening.

Ashley slapped his chest again, cheeks flushed.

After their teasing, Lorenzo carried her to the bathroom for another wash.

"I really love this," she said as they stood under the shower, her hand tracing his tattoo.

"Or maybe you just love the man carrying the ink," he blurted, arching a brow playfully.

His words caught her off guard. Her heart hammered hard. Did she love him? No, it was too soon. She just had a weakness for men with tattoos. But she couldn’t deny this man had always driven her crazy — even without the ink, even when she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Would you like to get one too?" Lorenzo asked softly.

Her cheeks reddened under the water as she met his gentle gaze.

"Christian said it was for irresponsible people," she blurted, suddenly feeling foolish.

Lorenzo frowned. "So, I’m irresponsible?" he asked, pulling her close from the waist.

Ashley swallowed. "Of course not. And even if you were, you’re still better than him in every damn way," she confessed.

She knew Christian just wanted to control her — what she wore, how she spoke, who she talked to, what she did with her body. He was toxic through and through. Now that she thought about it, she felt a sudden shame, wondering how she ever fell for someone like that.

Lorenzo couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips, replacing the earlier frown. He turned her so she rested her back against his chest, his hardness pressing against her ass.

Ashley felt herself getting turned on again, his touch wiping away every thought of her stupid ex-husband. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t unknowingly a werewolf, right?

"Maybe you should get the tattoo where Christian would easily see it," he murmured.

Ashley laughed at his pettiness.

"Where would you suggest, boyfriend?"

Lorenzo brushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck. "Somewhere around here wouldn’t be bad. Or here even," his hands moved lower to her chest.

Ashley released a soft sigh, fighting the urge to turn and kiss him again.

"Or here," his hands crawled to her lap. "Then you can change your entire wardrobe to some very scandalous outfits. Ones only I get to pick for you."

He bit her neck softly, his arm wrapping around her. She moaned. God, this man was going to be the death of her. The last few hours felt so good she couldn’t believe she’d ever not wanted him.

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