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It takes me a little longer to undress him, but within a couple of minutes he’s down to his boxer briefs and I’m in my panties. I can see the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric and the growing wet spot at the head that shows the evidence of his arousal. “God, I need to feel you inside me,” I say, the words slipping out before I can even think to stop myself.

Again, I’d normally be mortified to say something like that out loud. With Cohen, though, it feels right. I know I can tell him what I want without being judged.

“So fucking hot when you talk like that, baby,” he says, pulling me tight and kissing me before easing me down onto the sofa. “And don’t worry, because I’m going to give you everything you want. Always.”

He reaches down and pulls my panties off me, tossing them aside and then shucking his own underwear completely off, letting his cock spring free as he kneels down and spreads my legs wide. “We’ll take our time for round two,” he says, grinning as he lines himself up with my entrance. “But I’m gonna give you what you need before someone comes in to interrupt us.”

I nod, pressing my hips forward as he slides inside me. I’ve been so caught up in kissing him, wanting him, undressing him I almost forgot we’re still here at the library and someone could very easily walk in at any moment to interrupt us.

And while that thought is more exciting than I’d ever imagined, it does mean we’ll have to hurry things along this time. That’s okay, though. It just gives us an excuse for round two, like he said.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he fills me with his full length. “Feels so good, Cohen. Need you… need you right there. Just like that.”

He leans in to kiss me, letting my body adjust to his size before pulling out and then pushing all the way back in again. A jolt of pleasure takes my breath away, making my eyes roll back in my head as he reaches places inside me I never even knew existed before now.

“Jesus,” he groans, pulling out and thrusting back in again and again until our bodies find a natural rhythm. “Love the way you feel, baby. So… fucking… tight.”

I arch my back and raise my hips to meet each thrust as every nerve ending in my body comes alive for him. I felt a connection from the first time we met, but it was nothing like this—like the closeness of skin on skin and the feeling of having him inside me so deep that I’m not even sure where he ends and I begin.

This is what I’ve been needing. I was so afraid to let go, to give myself permission to feel this way with him, but I’m so glad I finally did. To think I could have missed out on this? On him? The best, hottest, most understanding man I’ve ever met?

It would have been the biggest mistake of my life. No chance of that happening now, though. I don’t have any worries at all anymore because he’s making me feel so good, so floaty and warm inside, that all I can think about is the climax that’s threatening to overtake me any second.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks, as if he’s been reading my thoughts. “Ready to be mine? To let me make you come so hard?”

“God, yes,” I pant, nodding as my body instantly responds with a flood of wet heat at my core. “Please, Cohen. Need you now.”

I can feel his cock swell even thicker inside me as he thrusts once, twice, three more times. “Come for me, beautiful,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Come for me… now.”

I close my eyes and let go as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I can feel the warmth of his orgasm filling me, spreading and mingling with my own juices as he gathers me into his arms and plants a trail of kisses along my cheek and down to my neck.

“So perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. “So beautiful. Love being here with you like this, baby.”

“That was… amazing,” I whisper, half-dazed from the most intense orgasm of my life. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Ever.”

“Because we were meant for each other,” he says between kisses. “That’s what makes it so good. And that’s what’s going to make round two even better.”

All I can do is smile and nod and be thankful for this moment with him. I can’t wait for what’s to come—not just more sex, though of course that will be amazing, too. But tomorrow and the next day, then next week and next month. It isn’t a matter of moving too fast or too slow.

We’re moving atourspeed, and it’s perfect for us.

EPILOGUE

COHEN

I look at the clock and sigh. Just a few more minutes until I can end this conference call and run home for lunch. Not that it’s a special occasion or anything, but just knowing that Delilah is there waiting for me with our son makes it automatically more important than anything I’m doing here at the office.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” I announce to the marketing team that’s helping me design new promotional materials for the office. “I’ll end our call here for the day, but please keep me posted on what you come up with for the ad campaign.”

I’m already out of my chair and hanging up the phone as they start to say their goodbyes. I know it’s probably a little rude to end the call so abruptly, but they’d understand if they had the most beautiful woman and the most wonderful little boy waiting for them at home.

Delilah only gets so many weeks of maternity leave from the library, so I want to make sure she’s feeling pampered and taken care of the whole time. I’ve been cutting my own days at the office short as well, determined as hell not to miss any important milestones with our son.

“Kathy,” I call out to the receptionist as I reach for my office door. “I’m going to be out for—oh.” I stop in my tracks as a big, goofy grin spreads across my face. “Never mind. Everything I want in life is already right here.”

And it’s true. Delilah is right there on the other side of my door with little CJ in her arms. “It’s such a nice day outside that I thought we’d pop in and surprise you for lunch,” she says, smiling sweetly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” I wrap my arms around her and the baby, both of my sweet angels, and shake my head. “This is the best surprise in the world, beautiful. Should I call the diner to have something prepared? I can go pick it up, or—”

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