"BROTHER! THEY'RE DELETING MY VALKO!"
"What?" Damon's hips stopped moving. He was still buried deep inside his wife, still breathing hard from exertion, still holding himself over her on the office sofa with one arm braced beside her head. "Your... Valko?"
Ivy, lying beneath him with her blonde hair fanned across the leather cushions and her coat long since discarded on the floor, suddenly stopped moaning. Her blue eyes, which had been half-lidded with pleasure just moments before, snapped wide open with alarm. "Valko? What happened to Valko?"
"Who's Valko?" Damon blinked down at her, his cock twitching inside her as he processed the fact that his wife, who was currently impaled on him, was talking about another man.
Ivy snatched his phone from his hand with the speed of a woman who had her priorities in order. "Angela, what did you say?"
"IVY! THEY ANNOUNCED THAT THEY'RE TAKING VALKO AWAY AFTER THE BACKLASH!"
