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Needing to get her there, I removed my thumb from her ass, then grabbed both her hips, pounding into her hard enough to make the desk shake. I fucked her hard enough to make her cries echo throughout the room and for the sound to vibrate throughout the rest of the penthouse. Merritt wasn’t holding back, and that was just more proof that the woman wasn’t shy in the bedroom.

“I’m cumming…” she whimpered, warning me. “Oh, God…I’m cumming…”

“Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Such a good girl for me.”

There was no guessing or hoping that she wasn’t faking it as Merritt’s pussy practically squeezed the life out of me, her cries loud, her body shaking, and her cream dripping down my shaft. She was a beautiful picture of pleasure, and I could feel myself becoming an addict to the sight. She was shattering all around me, and I knew that I was going to leave bruises on her hips with as hard as I was holding on, trying to capture it all for myself.

“Baby…”

“Cutter…”

It didn’t take long before I was letting out a roar, ropes and ropes of my cum shooting out to flood her cunt. The feeling of unloading inside a woman had me feeling lightheaded, and it felt primal to be breeding Merritt with my seed. It felt unlike anything else that I’d ever experienced in my life.

“Merritt…”

“Cutter…I…”

“You’re mine,” I said, finishing for her. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“And I will always be yours,” I promised.

Chapter 10

Merritt~

Cutter’s heartbeat was beating steadily underneath my ear, his fingers trailing lazily up and down my back. Not satisfied with christening just his office, Cutter had carried me to his bedroom, and he hadn’t apologized for taking me two more times before finally giving me a second to rest. Where he got his stamina, I had no idea. I knew for a fact that the man didn’t sleep, so it baffled my mind that he could have so much energy.

I also knew that he wasn’t done with me. He’d made that pretty clear after cumming inside me this last time, and I still felt a bit guilty about that. Because we’d been adamant about not wanting children before marriage, Steven and I had always used condoms, doubling up on protection. He hadn’t seemed to mind, and I really hadn’t wanted to get pregnant before getting married.

Nevertheless, protection hadn’t even crossed my mind when Cutter had slammed into me that first time. It hadn’t been until he’d been dripping down my thighs that I’d given any thought to condoms, but what good was locking the barn door once the horses were already out?

“You know, the shot isn’t one-hundred percent effective, Cutter,” I said quietly, his steady breathing and back rub lulling me to sleep.

“Baby, I know that you’re probably still trying to wrap your mind around all this, but I’ve wanted you from the second that you walked into the conference room for your interview,” he said. “I give two fucks if you get pregnant.”

“I’m serious, Cutter,” I chuckled.

“And you think that I’m not?” he huffed. “The only reason that I never said or did anything was because of that ring on your finger. While I might be a bastard when it comes to business, and while I’m going to have a lot to answer for when I meet my maker, adultery will be nowhere on my list of offenses, no matter what.”

Though he was right, and I was still trying to wrap my mind around all this, there was one glaring fact that couldn’t be ignored. “What about work?”

“What about it?”

“Don’t be obtuse, Mr. Moore,” I chastised.

“What do you want me to say, Merritt?” he asked. “Because if your plan is for me to keep you my dirty little secret, that’s not going to work for me.”

“I just got out of a relationship, Cutter,” I reminded him. “I’m going to look…it’s just not a good look to jump into bed with your boss days after ending your engagement to another man.”

“Life would be so much simpler if women didn’t give a fuck what other people thought,” he remarked. “Why do you feel like you’d owe anyone an explanation? Your family, sure. I get that, baby. But the rest of the world? They’re not owed shit.”

“Cutter, your face is all over the internet and news,” I said pointedly. “Anything that has to do with Moore Industries is newsworthy, so do you honestly believe that people aren’t going to expect some kind of statement about your love life if this goes public?”

“Merritt, you’ve got me confused with people that don’t have anything better to do with their lives than live for the internet,” he huffed. “Let people say or think what they want about me, I honestly don’t give a fuck.”

“You can’t escape the direction in which the world is heading these days, Cutter,” I replied. “The expectation of privacy no longer exists.”

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