Page 65 of Secret Baby for the Bad Boy

His gaze burns into me, his hands remind me that I’m his – and he’s mine - and my body responds by melting into his touch. But more than that, I feel myself ready for him as that building heat within me demands release. I crave him like an addict. I need him.

“Hey,” he says in that low voice that awakens the primal desire within me.

“Hey yourself,” I say, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair.

He gives me another kiss, his hands lowering to the hem of my skirt and pushing the material up, only to find I’m wearing nothing under. He growls with this knowledge, lifting me up and placing me on the desk in our office at home. We’re alone for the moment, and I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do with this time.

With a quick thrust, he fills me, and my body settles around him while a groan escapes him. Excitement floods every inch of me, and I let my arms out of the sleeves of my dress, letting the fabric pool around my waist as he looks at my body with a look of such intense hunger I can’t help but feel wanted.

“You feel so good,” he whispers in my ear, pushing into me before pulling back, leaning closer as I plant my hands on the desk behind me.

“I want you more than anything,” I tell him, my voice filled with desire.

He kisses me deeply, exploring every inch of my body with one hand while the other holds me close. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, his breathing ragged and his voice rough.

“Then take me.”

He does, moving at a deliberate pace that drives us both wild. I arch my back, meeting his every thrust.

“You’re mine,” he growls.

“Yes,” I say with a gasp, reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.

He speeds up, his hips pounding into me as my breasts bounce with the sheer force of his movements. With another rough thrust, he slides into me even deeper, sending waves of pleasure through my core and promising release.

His eyes lock onto mine, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. He pushes home again, hitting that sweet spot inside me and sending skitters of pleasure throughout my entire body.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with our heavy breathing and the occasional moan. And as he continues to thrust, I lose myself in the moment like I have so many times before. His touch brings me to the moon, and I can feel my orgasm building up inside.

“I'm close,” I whisper, unable to hold back the desire coursing through me.

He smiles, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Then let go.”

And so I do, surrendering to the ripples of pleasure that start in my center and move out to the furthers points of my body. My entire body shudders with the intensity of it, and for a moment, he’s my whole world.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” he groans, his eyes locking with mine as if he's memorizing every detail of my face.

“Then don’t,” I moan, my heart pounding in the same rhythm of his movements.

Pleasure overtakes him, and we both surrender to the raw, primal pleasure of his thrusts. I forget the desk under me, the thumping sounds, the slap of our skin, I forget everything but the pleasure this man brings me. With one final burst, he slams into me and holds there, pressing deeper, shuddering as he holds me close.

When we finally come back to ourselves, we're both panting heavily, our faces flushed with passion.

“That was... intense,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“Always is,” he says, his gaze still locked on mine.

He’s not wrong…

After all these years, the heat and need between us, it hasn’t weakened. It’s only grown stronger, better, and more exciting.

“God, I love you,” I whisper, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose right before he slides out of me, leaving me a dripping mess. He hesitates for a moment, admiring his juices on my inner thighs, and I give him a playful push.

“Stop it,” I say, but he’s giving me that look again, like he’s ready for round two. “Not going to happen, mister. We have things to do and I have to clean up.”

“I love you.” He sounds surprised by his words as I stand up, fixing the top of my dress before smiling at him and hurrying for the door.

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