Page 100 of Unleashed

“Christ,” he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. “If you could greet me like this every morning, I’d be in heaven.”

I couldn’t help but notice the way his boxers tented at the sight of me. His arousal was unmistakable, and I felt a mischievous spark ignite within me. “If I greeted you like this every day,” I teased, “I’d be sore beyond belief.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair as his eyes darkened. “You’re not sore now? Maybe I need to step up my game.”

“You do just fine,” I assured him with a wink, sliding into the seat next to him.

His arm wrapped around me, his knuckles grazing the bare skin of my back in slow, lazy circles. The moment felt tender, but as my hand wandered to his hard cock, slipping it from his boxers, the tenderness shifted to raw desire. I began to stroke him, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair. “That feels so good.”

“You act like we never have sex,” I teased, feeling his cock twitch in my hand.

“All I want to do is have sex with you,” he rasped, his hips lifting slightly with each stroke. “We should just stay home and do that all day.”

I smiled at his suggestion. “And how would the bills get paid?”

“I’m the vice president. I can do what I want,” he shot back, biting his lip as I tightened my grip.

I picked up the pace, watching his muscles tense beneath my touch. His breaths grew ragged, his hands gripping my waist as I worked him faster, harder.

“You’re going to make me come,” he panted, his voice thick with lust.

“That’s the point,” I whispered, eyes locked on his face as his release built.

With a sharp gasp, his body arched, and his cock pulsed in my hand, spilling hot cum across his chest and stomach. The tension in his body melted away as the last tremors of his orgasm faded, and he slumped back in the chair, a lazy grin on his face.

“Morgan,” he breathed, “I love you. Let’s take a shower together.”

I wiped my hand on his boxers, grinning as I stood and held out my hand. “A perfect way to start the day.”

“No,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he stood and followed me down the hall. “This was the perfect way to start the day.”

"Fuck me, Slade. Harder."

Slade had me pressed against the cool, tiled shower wall, water cascading over us as he drove into me with powerful, deliberate thrusts. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, holding me in place as our bodies collided. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t get enough. My hands slid up his slick chest, and I reached for his wet hair, pushing it back from his forehead before pulling him in for a hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as the heat between us intensified.

His lips were hot and eager, tasting every inch of my mouth. We moaned into each other, the sound lost beneath the steady rhythm of water hitting the shower floor. My nails bit into his shoulders as I arched against him, desperate for more. Hegroaned, his breath ragged against my lips, and I felt him tremble just as I began to unravel.

"Oh God... Slade..." My voice was a breathy whisper, and I clung to him as the orgasm tore through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over my body.

His grip tightened as his hips snapped upward one last time, his body going rigid as he found his release, groaning my name in a voice that sent a shiver down my spine. For a few moments, we stood there, panting, bodies pressed together as the last remnants of pleasure washed over us like the water cascading down our skin.

Spent and sated, he held me against the tile, his forehead resting against mine. “God, I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm on my lips. “We’re so in sync... it’s like we’re made for each other.”

I smiled, kissing his jaw as I slowly came back to earth. “I love you too. Always.”

A few minutes later, when our heartbeats finally slowed, he lowered me to the floor and kissed my temple before grabbing a towel. “So... what do you want to do today?” he asked casually, drying off.

“Nothing,” I replied, still catching my breath.

“Nothing?” He raised an eyebrow as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “It’s gorgeous out. How about a run in the park?”

I shot him a look. “We just took a shower.”

He chuckled, his grin infectious. “We can take another. Come on, it’s perfect out. Shorts weather, finally.”

“Next week, it’s supposed to cool down again. Don’t get used to it.”

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