The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

*Kevin’s POV**

Missford had been amazing to me.

Sun, ocean, beautiful women who didn’t ask complicated questions about my family or my feelings. I’d come to Missford to support Cici during her return to university and coincidently had the hometown racing competition, but honestly? It had its own appeal.

There was this girl, Rebecca. Met her at the grand prix. She had the kind of smile that suggested she understood the difference between a good time and a serious relationship, and I appreciated that clarity.

“You should come watch me train,” I’d told her over the phone. “Nothing serious. Just a casual F1 training with some guys. You’d enjoy it.”

She’d shown up in a sundress that did excellent things for her figure, and when I came out of the car after winning…which, let’s be honest, was never in question, she’d thrown down her binoculars and wrapped her arms around me like I was the best thing

she’d ever seen.

“Oh my God, Kevin. You’re so impressive,” she’d breathed, her body already communicating what her words were only hinting

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I’d winked, because that’s what I did when women looked at me like that. “I know, right?”

“I actually… I lodged a room at the hotel nearby,” she’d said, her voice dropping to that register that meant sex was imminent.

Perfect. Exactly what I needed. No emotional entanglement, no complicated family drama, just two adults enjoying each other’s

company.

“That is the best form of therapy for an F1 racer,” I’d said, taking her hand. “Let’s go.”

***

The hotel room was all clean lines and ambient lighting. Rebecca barely waited for the door to close before she was on me.

She was a wildfire, her body pressed against mine, every curve a deliberate invitation I couldn’t resist. Her kiss was electric, deep and demanding, pulling me into a haze of heat and need. I froze at first, my hands hovering at her sides, unsure…me, the guy who races cars at 200 km per hour, caught off guard by her intensity.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she sank to her knees.

I watched as she leaned forward, her hands steady as they wrapped around my erection. Her touch was firm, confident, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate paths that made my head spin. A groan escaped me, low and raw, as pleasure coiled tight in my

gut.

Her mouth moved with purpose, taking me deeper, her hand stroking in rhythm with her tongue. The heat of her mouth, the slick pull of her lips, it was overwhelming, like nothing I’d ever felt. My hands fisted the sheets, my hips twitching as she pushed me closer to the edge. “Fuck,” I rasped, her final tease, a ghost of breath over me shattering my control.

Rebecca climbed onto me, straddling my hips, her hands on my chest. “Time for the real thing,” she whispered, her voice a mix of tease and promise. I gripped her waist, ready to feel that wet thang.

She guided me into her, the tight warmth of her body stealing my breath as she sank down slowly, a torture I didn’t want to end. We found a rhythm, her hips rolling against mine, building momentum.

Goodness! Is she my missing rib?

Her gasps, her touch, the way she looked at me, it was everything. My thumb found her clit, circling until she shuddered, her cry

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muffled against my shoulder as she reached climax.

I thrust harder, chasing my own release, her heat pulling me under. With a groan, I pulled away, spilled and my phone thought it was the right time to ring.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I glanced over. Caller ID: Cici.

“Oh my God, just ignore it,” Rebecca whined, trying to pull me back down. “It’s probably not important.”

I quickly snapped out of the physical moment and grabbed the phone.

“I’m taking this,” I said, already moving away from Rebecca. “It’s my sister”

“Your sister?” She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t she an adult? Can’t she handle things on her own?”

The tone of her voice, the implication that my sister was somehow a burden, an inconvenience, an obstacle to her getting what she wanted–hit me wrong.

Very wrong.

Suddenly, Rebecca didn’t look beautiful anymore. She looked calculating. Self–centered. Like an eel, honestly—that was the word that came to mind. Slippery, devoid of warmth and completely self–interested.

I got out of bed and started dressing.

“Where are you going?” Rebecca sat up, suddenly alarmed that her evening wasn’t going according to plan.

“Where I should be.”

I didn’t bother with explanations or niceties. I just dressed and headed for the door, already calling Cici back as I walked.

“Kevin, I thought we had a connection?” Rebecca’s voice followed me.

“We had sex,” I said flatly. “There’s a difference.”

“You’re used me!”

I stopped at the door and turned back. “No… no… you lodged the hotel room. You practically did use me”

Behind me, I could hear her screaming obscenities, but I was already gone.

As I walked down the hallway, I called Cici back.

“Hey, Cici.”

“Hey… no one is home and…”

Her voice sounded off. Not quite distressed, but definitely not fine.

“I’m on my way back. Did anything happen?” I asked, adding Nathaniel and Julian to the call immediately.

“Not really, Ethan came to the university.”

“What?” I asked, already knowing he had said something stupid to her again.

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