Page 60 of The Life We Left Behind

“I’m praying to whoever will listen and ready to strike any bargain they ask for that it’s on the table,” I admitted.

I was desperate to feel her again. Desperate to draw this out for as long as I could have her.

“I have the implant,” she told me.

I didn’t understand what she was saying at first because she’d stopped straddling my hips, and I could feel the head of my cock pushing against her wet heat. It was enough to drive any man insane with want.

But then her words registered with me.

“I didn’t mean?—”

“I know you didn’t. But I did. I want you, Trace. I want to feel all of you with nothing between us. I’m on the implant, and I know that I’m clean. I have a check-up every year, but I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

“I’m clean too,” I told her, suddenly thankful for how my life turned out. “I was tested when I found out that Chelsea had been sleeping around, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Is that a yes, then?” she asked cheekily.

“It’s a hell yes.”

She grabbed my cock, holding it steady, and notched it at her entrance as she locked eyes with me. This felt significant. This felt like a step you didn’t take if it was only going to be a casual fling.

Then she started to sink down onto me.

I watched in fascination as her lips parted, and a look of awe entered her eyes.

My hands gripped her hips tightly, and I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hips to push deeper inside her body.

When I was finally as deep as I could go, she sat, panting as she tipped her head back, reveling in the feeling of having my cock filling her. I almost wanted to bang on my chest in satisfaction that I could be the cause of that perfect look on her face.

When she looked back down at me, she started to rock her hips, my hands guiding her movement as she did.

“Touch yourself, Delaney.”

Her fingers came to her clit without needing any other encouragement, and she worked that little bundle of nerves in time with her movement over my cock.

It didn’t take long for me to grip her hips steadily and start to thrust up into her. I wanted to watch her fall apart, to see the look on her face as she was overwhelmed by pleasure.

And then I got an idea.

My grip tightened on her to stop moving, and she looked down at me in question.

I lifted a confused-looking Delaney off my length and helped her up off the ground before I turned her, pulled her back into my chest, and gently kissed her shoulder.

“I’ve got an idea,” I whispered.

She laughed as she took in the sight in front of her, knowing where this was going.

“You dirty boy.”

I started to walk us around my desk, grabbing her waist to sit her on the surface and then spreading her legs wide.

“I want to see you come all over my desk so that every time I sit here, you’re all I can think about,” I told her as I lowered myself into the leather desk chair.

Delaney grinned, and I placed a hand on her chest, gently laying her back across the paperwork that still littered the surface until her head hung over the opposite side. I pulled her legs over my shoulders as I moved my mouth to her core.

“Hold on tight, Delaney,” I whispered, my breath skating across her wet core and making her hips twitch.

I didn’t even wait for her answer before I dived in, my lips closing around her clit as I pushed two fingers deep inside her.

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