Page 29 of Silver Fox's Twin Babies

“I do need your help, but it’s not what you think.” I reached up and traced her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. The idea of dropping this bomb on her suddenly felt like a bad idea. She didn’t seem to be feeling the best. We’d been getting along so well, dating regularly, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away. “You look so beautiful, even without makeup or all the trappings.” My thumb continued to caress her lip.

“Evan,” she protested, but I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It seemed to be the only thing that we did well without me screwing it up.

Amber didn’t resist me. She let me kiss her gently, and then more fervently until her hands were splayed on my chest, gripping the lapels of my suit. The kiss deepened and I felt my body responding. This wasn’t what I had intended, not at all why I wanted her here, but she was guiding the way. I let her lead me.

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed, but her lips returned to mine.

“We could,” I said, kissing her again.

She pulled back, just enough to catch her breath. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the desire pooling in their depths. Her gaze bounced from my eyes to my lips and then to the door.

“Evan, we are supposed to be working.” She bit her lower lip, but she was already in my arms, already making me swell.

“We’re here alone…” Suddenly my mind decided I had all the time in the world to ask her about her children and Jacob’s involvement in her life. The desire churning in my gut made it impossible to think straight. If I got her a bit more relaxed,loosened up a little, maybe she would be more lucid when it came time for me to ask the question. She would trust me more to be honest.

I slid my hand down her side, cupping her ass. She didn’t stop me as I coaxed her leg up around my hip where I could press against her core. Through our clothes, I felt the wetness between her thighs, the heat that rivaled my own.

“I want you,” I breathed in her ear, then lowering my mouth to her neck, “Amber…God how I want you.”

Her breathing was labored as she gripped my biceps and leaned in. “Evan…We can’t.”

“It’s just us,” I said, and she was right there with me, her mouth on mine. “No one will ever know.”

“Oh God,” she panted. “We…I…” Amber couldn’t finish her thought as my hand slid under her blouse, touching her bare skin. Electricity coursed between us, and I knew she felt it too.

I let my lips trail down her jawline to the sensitive spot below her earlobe where I knew she liked it best. “You want me too, don’t you?” I growled against her skin, my erection throbbing through my trousers.

Amber whimpered and then her lips were on mine again, this time more passionate than before. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she moaned into my mouth. Our tongues dueled and danced, teasing each other as our bodies clashed together. It was like fireworks exploding between us, something long dormant awakened.

I purred against her neck, my hand sliding up her thigh, brushing against the dampness between her legs. Amber shuddered and gripped my bicep, but she didn’t stop me from backing her toward the desk chair. Her hands were as greedy as mine were, groping and grabbing. She had my dick out of the fly of my pants quickly, and I had her panties around her ankles before she plopped down on the chair.

I knelt between her knees and inched her skirt up around her waist. She shook again as my fingers traced the line of her slit. Her eyes were now hooded with lust, devouring me as our gazes locked. She pulled me in for a kiss again and whispered, “I dreamed of you last night. Of this…”

“So you woke up horny?” I joked, and she pulled me against her mouth more tightly. The kiss was searing, melding our tongues together. I rubbed her clit and spread her juices around, and she sucked in a breath when I pushed two fingers into her.

Amber moaned into my mouth and her nails dug into my back, urging me on. I knew exactly how to make her come apart. My other hand gripped her thigh for leverage as I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the bundle of nerves that had her shuddering and moaning into my mouth. The sounds she made were music to my ears.

I pulled away reluctantly, needing to see her face when she came. Amber’s eyes were half-lidded, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Evan,” she panted, “I’m…so…”

“Close?” I said, but she unleashed before I could finish the word. Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open. Her body spasmed and jolted, her pussy clenching around my fingers. She whimpered and clawed at my wrist, and I continued to thrust my fingers into her. When the orgasm began to subside, she let me cover her lips with mine again. Her hand wrapped around my girth and stroked, pulling more pleasure from me, making me want her more.

I reached into my back pocket and produced my wallet. She whimpered when my fingers left her. We hadn’t been the most careful, but I didn’t want an unplanned pregnancy that might make things more challenging for her. She watched as I tore open the foil pack and extracted the condom. Then she took her hand away from my dick so I could roll it on. Her eyes remained glued to my dick, but her fingers rubbed her clit.

She let out a deep, guttural moan, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair with white-knuckled intensity as I entered her. Her warm, wet heat enveloped me, hugging me tightly like an old friend welcoming me home after a long journey. Every thrust sparked a wildfire of pleasure within us both, her walls pulsating and clenching around me as if never wanting to let go. “Oh God…Evan…” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I groaned in response and captured her lips with mine, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance as our bodies moved in perfect harmony. This time, there was no holding back, our desire and need for each other consumed us completely.

We were both lost in the moment, caught up in the passion and desire that had been simmering just below the surface for weeks. I pistoned into her, my hips slapping against hers in a primal rhythm. Amber was moaning into my mouth, her nails digging into my back as she arched her hips up to meet me with each thrust.

“Evan,” she panted, “I … I …”

I knew she was close again, and I didn’t want to miss it. I pulled out of her slightly, only to enter her again at a different angle, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her scream my name. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock as she came apart in my arms. I held her tightly as she shuddered and spasmed around me, memorizing the feel of her body climaxing.

As she started to go limp, I withdrew from her. The thin fabric of the sleeve I was wearing provided some extra friction and stimulation, helping me maintain my stamina. My desire for her only intensified, but the angle we were in was not quite hitting the right spot.

I let out a deep grunt as I pulled out, my hands gripping her waist tightly. “Stand up,” I coaxed, pulling her upward. She stood up slowly, still lost in the haze of pleasure. I guided herover to the chair and bent her over, positioning her just right for this angle.

As I slid back into her warmth, I could feel every inch of her against me. The friction was electrifying and made me shiver. She moaned and clawed at the arm rests of the chair, and I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her from this position. Her hips curved perfectly, inviting me to continue thrusting with more fervor.

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