Page 104 of Stay Toxic

“Four if I’m lucky,” she grumbled. “Most likely five, though. The big bosses have no concept of time.”

She bent over, causing her t-shirt to gape open, and fluffed her hair, and I blanked out for a second.

Because when I next focused on something that wasn’t her tits in a lacy bra, she was walking toward me.

I knew she hadn’t intended to seem as sexy as she was, but she did, and before I could fully think through her being completely dressed, I was bringing her into my body. I made quick work of pushing her jeans down her hips and to the floor.

“Shasha!” she gasped at the quick movement. “What are you…I have to go!”

I pushed her panties aside and thrust two fingers inside of her.

Wet.

Always wet for me.

“Plenty of time,” I mused as I yanked my sweatpants down and fit my cock to her entrance.

She gasped as I pushed inside, the edges of her thong scraping along my dick as I filled her.

“Shasha!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “The door is open!”

“Don’t care,” I said as I started to lift her up and bring her back down on my cock.

She moaned, her teeth coming down onto her bottom lip, and started to ride me.

I groaned. “Fuck, condom.”

When I went to pull her off of me—fuck, we really needed to get her to the doctor to get some birth control in place—she kissed me.

And I might or might not have forgotten what I was going to do until it was too late.

I should’ve stopped.

I told myself to stop.

Hell, her mind was probably screaming at her to stop.

Yet, neither one of us did.

We fucked each other like we were starved.

And when I started to come inside of her right as her head went back to expose the column of her throat, I thought…I want to plant my baby inside of her.

I wanted to tie her to me forever.

I didn’t care about it being too soon.

I didn’t care about how dangerous it would be to bring a child into my world.

I just wanted everything.

With her.

With one final thrust, I pulled her to a stop over the top of me, buried so goddamn deep that she was likely tasting me.

Our foreheads came together, and we panted into each other’s mouths for a long second before she said, “One, I really have to go now. I have to change my panties because there’s no way that they’re not soaked. Two, one of these days, we’re going to get a souvenir from our stupidity. And three, I hope my jeans aren’t wrinkled.”

Her jeans were definitely wrinkled.

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