Crazy but sweet

 JOLIE’S POV

 No words were needed. I tapped the inside of her thighs, and she stretched them wider.

 As I continued to plunge into her, her open mouth let out shaky breaths, her body trembling with anticipation. I bent over her, pressing soft kisses to the back of her head, inhaling the intoxicating floral scent of her shampoo. The bathroom was steamy, the air thick with heat—both from the water and our tangled bodies.

 Lola was close, her walls tightening around my cock, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. Just as she was about to break, I pulled out suddenly. She gasped, her entire body shuddering with frustration.

 I smirked, enjoying the desperation in her eyes as I speared two fingers into her drenched core.

 “You tease!” she whimpered.

 I rotated my wrist, using my thumb to barely graze over her bottom hole. Lightly. Just a featherlike touch.

 Lola wiggled, moaning, trying to push back, trying to take control. She was desperate, and she wanted me deep inside her again.

 "I told you," I murmured, pressing my lips against her ear, "I only give long rides, Lola."

 “Is that so?” she panted. “Then—”

 Before she could finish, I smacked her firm, heart-shaped ass. She gasped, her body jolting in response.

 I reached for the bathtub edge and tugged her closer. She was on her knees, her arms stretched above her head, gripping the edge for support. My cock, still rock-hard, brushed against her clit, rubbing against the swollen nub like it belonged there—like it was meant to be there.

 Lola tilted her hips, offering herself to me.

 I removed my fingers, spread her cheeks, and let out a low curse. Goddamn, she was gorgeous here too. I ran my tongue from her clit over her slick folds, up to the forbidden spot.

 Lola let out a strangled sound, half pleasure, half disbelief.

 Again and again, I traced that same path, teasing, tormenting. Her body softened beneath me, surrendering, preparing for the invasion I knew she craved.

 “You’re mine, Fayas,” I growled, my voice thick with possession.

 No matter what happens in the future, I'll make sure she belongs to me in a way no other man ever could. And she’ll damn well remember it forever.

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 LOLA’S POV

 Jolie kept whispering things to me as he took every bit of me in that bathroom.

 And I loved every second of it.

 He was right. It was a long ride.

 I couldn’t believe he used to do all this to his other women. In school, girls used to gossip about how good he was in bed. And now I knew why.

 Embarrassment washed over me when I remembered how he had worshiped every inch of my body.

 By the time we were done, his fever had risen again, his body drenched in sweat. I quickly helped him into the tub, washing him gently before taking him to bed.

 I fed him, watched him take his medicine, and within minutes, he was asleep.

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 THREE DAYS LATER

 I rolled around in bed, feeling restless, before finally opening my eyes.

 Rubbing the sleep away, I sat up, looking around the room.

 "Where’s Jolie?"

 I turned to his side of the bed, and a slow smile spread across my lips.

 We had made love—rough and slow, long and deep—before cuddling until I drifted off. Somehow, sex had become his fever cure, and I couldn’t complain because… well, it worked.

 But why did I feel this way?

 I used to hate him.

 Back in school, he was always the center of attention. He was arrogant because of his good looks, and every girl in class bent over backward to please him. It made me despise him even more.

 But now… something was changing.

 I sighed, slipping into the bathroom to freshen up before padding downstairs.

 The house was unusually quiet.

 Too quiet.

 I yawned as I stepped into the kitchen, heading straight for the stove. Cooking felt like a chore, but I forced myself to whip up some fried eggs with vegetables.

 I really need a maid.

 Maybe two.

 “Hey.”

 I jumped slightly at the voice and turned to find Jolie leaning against the doorframe.

 He wore a black-and-red jumpsuit, paired with black sneakers. His fingers glittered with gold rings, and a single diamond stud gleamed in his left ear.

 Oh. My. God.

 Jolie was too damn hot.

 Refusing to let my eyes linger, I quickly turned back to the stove, focusing on the sizzling eggs.

 “Good morning,” I muttered, sneaking a glance at him from the corner of my eye.

 I was almost done cooking when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist.

 Goosebumps.

 Jolie pressed his lips to my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.

 Oh, heavens.

 My knees went weak.

 “I can’t have breakfast today,” he murmured. “I’ve got a meeting to catch, and I’ll be back late. Just eat as many vegetables as you want, alright?”

 Something fluttered in my stomach at his words.

 I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. “Oh… okay. You won’t even have a bite?”

 He shook his head, his hands sliding down to my waist.

 I turned slightly to face him, my heartbeat hammering. “You’re going to eat at the office, then?”

 “Mm-hmm.”

 I hesitated. “Should I pack something for you? You know… in a lunch box?”

 He chuckled, shaking his head. “I have to go, Lola.”

 Then he kissed me.

 Soft. Slow. Deep.

 I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet.

 I tried to pull away, but he wasn’t done.

 When he finally pulled back, he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

 “You still taste sexy even without brushing,” he whispered.

 I blushed furiously.

 He smirked, letting me go before striding out of the kitchen.

 As soon as he was gone, I jumped into the air like an overexcited child.

 What just happened?

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 HOURS LATER

 I drove through the busy streets, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

 Nervous.

 Anxious.

 My stomach twisted in knots as I pulled into the hospital parking lot.

 After checking in, I was led straight to the doctor’s office.

 He took some blood samples, and after what felt like forever, he finally returned with the results.

 “Mrs. Daviola,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I have your test results here.”

 My palms were clammy. I rubbed them together, my breath shaky.

 “What… what d

oes it say?” I croaked.

 The doctor studied the paper before glancing at me.

 “Would you like to read it yourself?” he asked.

 I shook my head. “No… just tell me.”

 He took a deep breath.

 “Well… according to the results, the test is…”

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