His hand was clasped firmly over your mouth, his icy blue eyes staring directly out the small window of your shed, eyes focused on your boyfriends car that had just pulled in as his hips thrusted up, clapping against you from beneath.

Your mind was reeling with pleasure and subtle guilt. How did you even get here? You and Gojo were separated after only 3 years of marriage. He was so aggravating, insanely too handsome for one man, and just did not have enough time to be a family man, so you left him. Although he lacked in the husband department, he was an incredible dad and was amazing to your son. Now with that being said, he made any excuse to come over and be near you.

You were supposedly over him, had some new man in the picture. There were still too many nights you’d called him over in times of loneliness for late night hook ups, at least before this new man entered the picture. But one thing about Gojo is he could talk the pants off of a deaf person. He always got what he wanted out of you, and you rarely put up a fight. Today, he had found out from your son that you bought him a new bed and were gonna put it together. He knew damn well you sucked at building stuff so he invited himself over. One thing lead to another, and he ended up in your pants when he followed you out to your shed to get tools.

His gaze was on your boyfriend’s car, knowing he had no clue what was happening in this shed, your back pressed against Gojo’s broad chest and your back arching into him with every roll of your hips.

“He’ll never be as good as me. He’s a distraction, but you know you’re mine. Always will be.”