Page 49 of Snowed Under

Her eyes flick down to watch us as I continue to pump in and out. My dick thinks he’s on an all-night bender, and maybe he’s right. We’ve been at it for most of the night, neither one of us able to keep our hands off one another.

“This pussy is yours,” she whispers.

I grin. “Next time we fuck, I want you in that sexy uniform.”

She laughs out loud. “My work uniform?”

“Yep. I’ve always had a fantasy about doin’ you on your desk.”

She giggles. “Oh, God. Well, unless it’s in my house, that might not happen because we have cameras at work.”

I move my hips a little faster, thrusting when I hit the end of her, ignoring her comment about cameras. “You like the idea of me taking you over your desk, don’t you?”

She flops down on her back. “Yes.”

“It’s gonna happen, my sexy girl.”

“Cole, I’m—-Oh!” Her orgasm takes hold and I watch in sheer delight as she unravels again. I’ve lost count, but she’s come at least six times.

I pump her harder, drilling her pert little body into the mattress. I squeeze my eyes closed and my dick explodes; my cum spurting as I groan some indecipherable version of her name. When I’m spent, I flop down on top of her as she wraps her arms around me. We’re both panting and out of breath. “It’s your fault,” I tell her.

“What’s my fault?” She’s breathing just as heavy.

“That we’re in this mess. You tried to jump me in the parking lot.”

She laughs, oh so quietly. “You got me all worked up from before.”

“Oh, you mean when you sat on the meeting notes?”

We both laugh. “Did that get you going?” she taunts.

“That and when you fucked me in my truck.”

Her gaze diverts as I grip her chin and pull her face back to me. “Don’t hide, baby. I love it when you tell me what you want and how good my dick feels inside you.”

“You’re so hot, Cole. I’ve never had anyone talk dirty to me before.”

“Clearly you’ve only dated losers.” I’m still inside her as I lean up onto one hand. “I’m bettin’ nobody has treated your body like this before?”

“You’d be right. I’ve never umm?—”

There she goes again, stopping herself when I know she wants to say something. I need to get to the bottom of this. “You’ve never what?”

She blows out a breath. “You know how I said I’ve never come twice before while having sex?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, the truth is, that’s never happened at all during sex.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Never?”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

“Fuck, Ains. Not that I want to talk about your ex, especially while I’m still inside you. But man, that’s a fucking joke.”

“He wasn’t exactly the tender type. You’re sodifferent. You make me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, Ainsley. And I bet I don’t need to even ask to know that he never told you that.”

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