Page 46 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“You’re always impatient.”

My heart lodges in my throat.

Just sex, just sex, just sex.

Butalwaysevokes our history, our connection, the way we’ve come to know one another and all our habits and quirks. Just sex is supposed to be an absence of knowing.

But how can I forget?

Trevor does not keep me waiting for too long, thankfully. He slides into me halfway.

My body lights up, jerks forward, and I choke on an inhale.

H groans. “God, why do you have to feel so good? Why do youalwaysfeel so good?”

There’s that word always again.

I don’t say anything, just brace myself on the conference table and push my hips back hard.

Trevor lets out a strangled cry, not expecting to go so deep.

Me, on the other hand, I am filled with him, so wonderfully filled.

“Dammit, Iris.” He grabs my hips with a harsh grip.

I don’t mind the pain. It reminds me how badly he wants me. I like that more than I want to admit.

“Fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me.”

“Idohate you,” Trevor growls, shoving himself deep inside me.

I cry out, again nonplussed if we are overheard. I dip my head forward, chin to my chest, and try to catch my breath. “You…keep telling yourself that.”

Trevor’s arms lunge around me, one hand to the middle of my chest, the other to the front of my throat. He squeezes with the lightest pressure. “You want to know how much I hate you, Iris Galletto?”

“I’d like to hear you try to put it–” I’m interrupted by a particularly deep and sparkly-feeling thrust of his cock. “—into words.”

Trevor drives into me deep without speaking for a while, my hair catching each of his labored breaths. “I hate you so much I never wanted to see you again.”

“Yet, you’re fucking me.”

Trevor curses, his voice garbled. His forehead presses against my shoulder. “I hate– I hate–”

He’s trying to hold on, to not release too early.

I decide I’ll make it as hard for him as possible to last too long. I rock my hips opposite his so when we collide he’s pressed deep inside me. And with each thrust, I clench my pussy around him.

“I hate that you like to be annoying,” he grunts.

“Tell your cock that.”

“I hate that you can’t take anything seriously.”

I roll my eyes. I guess that’s true in part.

“I hate how you try to hide everything.”

“I don’t try to hide–”

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