“You are going to have to send me those photos.” Mum said to Lorraine.

“I cannot believe that they are our mothers.” I muttered to Damon who nodded in response.

“I know; they could have at least waited until my face was back to normal.” Damon said with a pout.

“Oh Baby, I still think you look cute.” I said as I carefully pinched his cheek, being mindful of the cuts and bruises.

“Cute? Babe I am not cute! Sexy…hot……handsome even, but not cute.” He said with a look of disgust. I couldn’t help myself from giggling.

“Oh, did I hurt your man ego?” I asked in a baby voice.

“No, just don’t call me cute.” Damon said. “Otherwise, I’m going to have to tickle you.” I tried to move out of his grasp before his hands could tickle me but failed. I accidently bumped Damon’s ribs in the process of trying to get away from him, causing him to wince in pain and me to freeze in horror.

“Oh my god Damon I am so sorry.” I said removing myself from his lap and trying to look at the damage that I had done.

“It’s fine Babe, not your fault.” Damon ground out through his teeth while holding his right side again. I kneeled down in front of him, rubbing my hands up and down his legs in comfort.

“Damon we need to remove your shirt.” I said moving my hands down to the bottom of the material so that I could pull it up over his head.

“Wow, didn’t know you wanted to go that far with our mum’s in the room.” Damon said with a smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked looking up at him with confusion.

“I just mean that I thought you would have at least waited until we were on a bed and alone before we progressed to this level of intimacy.” Damon said while his smirk grew as I realised what it was that he was talking about.

“Damon! I swear that if you weren’t hurt right now, I would hit you so hard that you would never think of saying something like that to me again.” I cried out, trying to hold back my laughter.

“Babe, don’t you know I like it rough?” Damon asked with a sly grin on his face and his eyes darkening with lust and desire. A blush rose on my cheeks at the images that were now running through my head. Curse you Damon.

“Okay you two, the sexual tension is at an all-time high so I would appreciate that you wait until you guys are in a room until you progress any further than you already have.” Lorraine said with a smirk on her face.

“We are Mum.” Damon said in a husky voice causing me to become even more embarrassed. I couldn’t look at him or our Mum’s and realised that the carpet was in fact attention grabbing and kept my focus there.

“And I thought that Mitchell and Chelsea were bad.” Mum muttered to Lorraine. I gasped in embarrassment hiding myself in Damon’s lap only putting myself in a more embarrassing position when Damon groaned. My eyes opened wide in shock horror at the fact that I had just done that. My face felt like it was on fire and I could only imagine how red it would be.

Mum and Lorraine looked like they were trying to hold back their laughter, but they only seemed to fail in doing so. Damon seemed to have a look of torture on his face. How stupid can you get Ellie? You already knew he was aroused and then you go ahead and follow the same actions as if you’re going to give him a blowjob. Poor Damon, he is definitely going to be needing a cold shower…unless you want to relieve him…God Ellie what the hell are you thinking? Get your sexually aroused mind out of the gutter. I swear you have been spending too much time with Anna lately. I thought to myself in horror.

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