Page 23 of Fierce Family

“Helping people and fixing things is in my nature, not just because I’m a firefighter. But I respect that this is your family, and the boys have Nicholas. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes. If you just want to vent, I’m here for it sweetheart. I can listen. You just need to tell me what you need.”

“Vent, I guess. I mean how would you even start to fix it?”

“Not sure, but I’d find a way,” I mumble, pulling her closer.

“Josh I’m sorry I pushed you away.” Sheila looks up at me with teary eyes, her bottom lip trembling. I can see vulnerability in her gaze, the way she's desperately searching for something to hold onto. I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her cheek, my fingers lingering against her skin. Yes, it hurt yesterday when she just told me to leave and I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if she meant forever.

“I want to be here for you, angel… if you’ll let me.”

“I know, I think I get that now.” She sniffles again and wipes away a stray tear.

“Good.” I give her a reassuring smile before leaning in closer. My heart is pounding in my chest. Slowly, hesitantly, I close the remaining distance and press my lips against hers.

The kiss starts off soft and tentative, but quickly grows more passionate as our bodies respond to each other's touch. The world around us fades away as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.

I move my hands down Sheila's back, pulling her closer to me. She lets out a soft moan against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. The desire between us is undeniable and I can feel the tension building with each passing second.

Sheila breaks away from the kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes are dark with lust as she looks up at me, a silent plea in her gaze.

"Josh," she breathes my name, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me."

Those two simple words send a jolt of electricity through my body. Without a second thought I turn and lock the door. The office isn’t a great place for this and I’m breaking about a million protocols but I couldn’t care less. The familiar sounds of the fire station fade into the background.

My heart races in my chest as I turn to face Sheila. She stands before me, her eyes locked on mine. There's hunger in her gaze when she reaches up and begins to slowly undo the buttons of her shirt.

I watch as she reveals more and more of herself to me. I will never get tired of this sweet torture, of the moment before I can finally touch her. She lets the shirt slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

My breath catches in my throat as she tosses the bra aside, leaving herself completely exposed to me. Her breasts are full and supple, begging for my touch. I run my hands over them, teasing her nipples until they harden.

Sheila moans softly as I continue to explore her body with eager hands. I reach down and undo my belt, pullingoff my pants and underwear in one swift motion. I fist my hard cock and pump it a few times.

Sheila licks her lips in anticipation and reaches out to take over from me. The touch of her soft, warm fingers sends a shiver down my spine.

I let out a groan of pleasure as she begins to stroke me, her grip firm but gentle. I watch as she leans in and takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sliding further down.

The sensation is incredible, overwhelming even. I run my hands through her hair and let out a string of curses as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of me into her mouth with each pass.

My legs are trembling as she continues to work her magic. The heat of her mouth combined with the suction is driving me insane with pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, Sheila releases me from her mouth and stands back up. Our eyes meet. Breathless and on the verge of losing control, I undo her fancy trousers and push them over her round hips. She steps out of them and I pray to all the gods that we don’t have an alarm call now.

I wrap her in my arms and lift her onto my desk.

Sheila lets out a gasp as I position myself at her entrance. Without breaking eye contact I slowly push forward until we're fully connected, joining us together. I’m suddenly aware of why it feels so amazing.

“Shit, condom,” I groan.

“That’s okay. I’m on the pill. Josh, I need you bare,” she sighs. I push deeper until I’m fully seated in her.

The feeling is indescribable; it's like finally finding your place in the world but better. We stay like that for a moment, savouring the closeness before beginning to move.

Our bodies rock together in a perfect rhythm. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, pushing us further towards the abyss. I can feel Sheila's slick walls tightening around me which sets off a chain reaction in my body.

I reach down and tease her clit with my fingers, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I put my mouth over hers to swallow her moans and not give us away to everyone else in the station.

Sheila digs her nails into my back as the tension builds to an unsustainable level. I can feel the familiar tingle at the end of my spine and I know I’m ready to snap at any moment. With one final thrust we topple over the edge and into oblivion.

The orgasms hits us like an explosion, erasing all rational thought and leaving only pure bliss in its wake. We cling to each other desperately as our bodies convulse with pleasure, riding out the aftershocks together.

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