Page 97 of The Woman

“I’m fine,” I rasp, not stopping my movements.

“Are you sure? Because you didn’t respond when I tried talking to you as you went by.”

A whimper escapes Avery’s lips, and I reach up to cover her mouth with my hand, pumping into her harder.

“Was there a reason you paged?” I ask, trying hard to keep the exertion and blissful feelings taking over from my voice.

I watch Avery’s eyes roll back as she starts to come, squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip while moaning into my hand. I’m pissed I don’t get to hear her.

There’s a pause before Thomas speaks again, as if he just clued into what’s going on.

“Uhh, Edison is here for lunch. Do you want me to tell him to give you a few minutes?”

“Yes. Fuck.”

I slam the phone down and bite into her shoulder as the sensations building inside me peak and then explode into an array of ecstasy. She’s still coming when my cock bursts inside her. I groan through my release, my hips starting to slow while my cock finishes emptying.

The aftershocks of pleasure are still traveling through my system when my hand slips from her mouth, and I’m gifted with another small moan from her.

Pulling back, I look down at the beautiful woman beneath me who has completely messed up my life in a good way.

“Do you feel calm now?” she asks softly.

“Fuck calm. I feel euphoric.”

A lazy chuckle leaves her lips. “Euphoric is good.”

After a deep breath, I pull out, but instead of sending her to get cleaned up, I simply move her underwear back into place.

“I want you to feel my cum while Edison is here. You can clean yourself afterward.”

Getting to her feet, she narrows her eyes at me, and I half expect her to ignore my request and head into the bathroom anyway, but I’m pleasantly surprised when she adjusts her dress and hair, then moves around to one of the chairs on the other side of my desk.

This woman continues to surprise me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m ready.”

Epilogue

Phoenix

I stand behind her, entranced by the way her fingers reach for each key, the melody pouring out smoothly as if she were one with the piano and the music itself.

Piano Concerto No.3 is no easy piece. In fact, it’s one of the hardest. But you wouldn’t know it listening to how easily she plays it now.

Reaching the end notes, she releases a breath, and her body slumps, her skin coated with perspiration from the energy used to create such a powerful piece.

Watching her play always causes a weird sensation in my heart, making it feel light and full at the same time. Watching her do anything does that. But it also causes an inexplicable need to be close to her and touch her.

I bend, tilting my head into the curve of her neck, craving a small taste. I lick first, the slight saltiness coating my tongue, before taking the flesh between my lips and sucking. Reaching around, I splay my hands across her stomach while I kiss and soothe her neck.

“We need to leave. And I need to freshen up quickly,” she murmurs, leaning back into me just when I reach the curve of her thighs.

Sighing, I slowly remove my hands and straighten up, offering a hand to help her up. I know she’s right.

“Go. I’ll be waiting by the door.”

Using the grip on my hand, she pulls herself up, but instead of walking off right away, she tugs me lower so that she can lean in and take my bottom lip between her teeth, drawing it into her mouth. It drags a low, rumbly sound from my throat while sparks ignite inside me. A seductive smile is on her face when she pulls back abruptly and then turns around, making her way to the bathroom.

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