Free Letters to the Baumgarters by Selena Kitt

race horses, panting and slick with sweat. I felt the
first tremor of my climax beginning in my thighs. They tightened and quivered
at his hips, his cock plunging deep into my pussy, his tongue into my mouth.
    I couldn’t stop it and didn’t want to try. My pussy clamped down
violently onto his cock, all sound receding as I came, the feeling so intense I
had to break our kiss and bury my face into the crook of his neck, as if I
could hide from the sensation. My toes curled under his thighs, my arms
wrapping themselves around his neck as he pounded up into me like a jackhammer,
making my teeth rattle.
    “Gonna come,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my waist and shoving
himself up so far into me I thought I could taste him at the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, Dani, I’m gonna come inside you!”
    I cried out at the brutal force of his orgasm, still recovering from my
own, his hips lifting me off the bed, his cock convulsing wildly inside of me,
filling me with heat. The strength of it left me breathless and I hung onto
him, quivering with emotion, as we slowly came back down to some semblance of
reality.
    It was a while before I could think, let alone speak, but eventually my
mind remembered what my body couldn’t seem to hold onto. This was my
ex-husband—and he was my ex for a reason. Many of them. And all of those
reasons came flooding back, along with the memory of Nico the last time I’d
seen him, leaving him standing at his front stoop, and I felt suddenly
overwhelmed with it all.
    “Mason?”
    “Hmm?”
    I traced his navel with my fingernail. “What are you doing here,
really…?”
    “I told you. I have business here.”
    I shook my head in disbelief. “In Italy?”
    “I’m bringing the chain to Europe,” he explained. His father owned a
popular restaurant franchise in the states. I supposed it was plausible. But
the Mason I had left back in the states had few ambitions aside from getting to
the next level playing Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. Who was this Mason,
the one who arrived in a business suit?
    I laughed. “Just what Italy needs—hamburgers and fries.”
    “Listen, Ms. Ho-Ho…” He reached over to tickle me and I giggled, pushing
his hands away. It was hard to stay serious—so hard to resist him.
    “Who are you calling a ho?” I protested.
    He kissed me hard on the lips, smiling down at me. “God, I missed you.”
    “I missed you too.”
    “Really?”
    “Obviously. You wouldn’t be in my bed right now if I hadn’t missed you,
Mason,” I reminded him. “But I have bad news. You can’t stay here. We’re not
supposed to members of the opposite sex in our rooms.”
    “That’s okay,” he said, pulling me close again. “I need to get my own
place.”
    I raised my head to look at him in the dimness. Who was this man and what
had he done with my husband? Er— ex -husband. “How long are you staying?”
    “At least a month. I have to finalize plans here, find some prime real
estate for our locations.”
    “A month.” I blinked. When I’d left, I didn’t think he was even on track
to graduate, but here he was, talking business as if it was second nature.
“You’re really here just for business?”
    “Well…” He cleared his throat and I waited, just looking at him.
“Expanding into Europe was kind of my idea…” he admitted. “And… so was starting
in Italy.”
    “So you came to see me.” I would have denied the thrill that went through
me at the thought, but it was there nonetheless.
    “Is that bad?” He kissed the top of my head.
    “No.” I settled my cheek against his chest. “Yes… I don’t know.” I
paused, thinking, and decided to just come out and ask. “What happened, Mason?”
    “What do you mean?”
    I hesitated. “When I left, you weren’t too interested in much of
anything, except hanging out with Darron and playing D&D. Now you’re here
in Italy talking about expanding your father’s business. So… what happened?”
    He