Page 74 of More Than Words

“I won’t. But she’s gonna love you, babe. And once I tell her you want to have my babies, she’ll love you even more. She keeps telling Pops she wants more grandbabies.”

She shook her head, leaning away from me. “Can we keep this between us until I’m actually…? I don’t want to tell anyone and then have it not work out.”

“Whatever you need, but I have a good feeling about this.” Bringing my hand to her flat stomach, I affectionately tapped my palm against her. “But once you start showing, I’m tellin’ everyone I knocked you up with my baby.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell people at the office. They’ll think I trapped you with the rumors about us sleeping together, and I don’t...” she whispered, but I wasn’t letting her finish that thought.

“Isobel, stop. People who work together have relationships all the time. I’m not sneaking around anymore. Hell, I’d move you in here tomorrow if I thought you’d agree to it. If we’re going to do this, I’m all in. And I need to know you are, too.”

If I thought she’d agree to it, I’d have a ring on her finger too. But I’d give her some time to get there. We were doing things completely out of order, but that seemed to be what we did.

“Are you in this with me?”

“I don’t want you to be doing this for the wrong reasons.” She really had no idea how into her I was. She wasn’t ready for me to tell her I loved her, but I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t already a goner.

“Nothing about this feels wrong. I want you in my life, Is. And I want this too. The thought of you having my baby feels like it was always meant to happen. Maybe that’s why you finally succumbed to my irresistible charm.”

“Not going to dignify that with a response, but I want this. And while I want to gag you half the time, I know you’d be a good dad.”

“Would I be a good boyfriend, too?” Circling back to earlier, I was ready to put a label on this. She needed to know for sure this wasn’t a fling.

“I guess. You’re not entirely terrible at this relationship thing.” If she wasn’t smiling when she said it, I’d be worried, but she couldn’t mask her affection as well as she thought she could. “And it helps that you seem to enjoy giving me orgasms.”

“Fuckin’ love it,” I confirmed, leaning in to kiss her. It started out slow and affectionate, but quickly morphed into something else, her hands frantically working to unbutton my shirt as I held her face to mine.

Deftly, her fingers pushed the buttons through the holes, making quick work of my belt afterward, then letting her soft hands roam all the skin she’d just exposed.

“Want to give you one right now. Hope someone is watching this window, because I’m gonna fuck you on this desk and have you coming on my cock.”

Her head arched back, a gasp escaping her mouth as I reached under the skirt she was wearing, ripping her panties down her legs. My fingers found her clit, and it didn’t take much to have her moaning while I supported her weight so she didn’t fall backward.

“I was supposed to be tying you up,” she panted, holding my head to her neck as I bit down, sucking on her collarbone hard enough to leave a mark.

“We’ve got all night.” Pushing my pants and boxers down far enough to free myself, I stroked my cock, lining it up with her drenched pussy. She was so wet I slipped right in, bottoming out and groaning at how good it felt. “Right now, we’re practicing something else.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, clinging to my shoulders as I thrust hard, the desk banging against the window frame.

“If you thought I was obsessed with your pussy before, just wait. I’m gonna fuck you all the time now. Fill you up.”

“Yes,” she hissed, reaching down to grab my ass and pulling me into her harder.

“Have you begging for it. The only thing swallowing my cum from now on is this pussy. You’re going to beg for it. I’m gonna have you so cock hungry you’ll finally let me fuck you on your desk. Every time you sit down, you’re going to be sore and thinking about when you’re going to have me next.”

“Oh fuck,” she wailed, her muscles clamping down. Her neck arched with her head thrown back as she released, coming all over my cock.

“Are you ready for it?” I whispered, thrusting faster, chasing my own release.

“Yes,” she panted, staring at my face, her eyes still dilated in pleasure.

“Tell me,” I commanded, cupping the back of her head.

“Oh God, do it.”

“Use the words, Isobel. What do you want from me?” Something primal in me needed her to say it.

“I want your come inside me,” she gasped, trying to fight my hold on the back of her head, but I held her still.

“Why? What do you want me to give you? What do you need from me?” Bringing the thumb to where we were joined, I thrummed her clit, holding back a groan as I felt her clench with every deep thrust.

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