Page 61 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
Her mouth falls open and her breathing changes.
A firm knock on the door by our ears jolts Avery, but I recognize the force and cadence of that noise. I might have been ignoring the shuffling out in the lab, but I registered Laurel out there.
I just don’t care.
“What?” I nearly bark it, which has Avery turning to give me wide eyes.
Laurel clears her throat. “Well, I have a list of things that need your attention this morning?—”
“Is it an emergency?” I nibble on Avery again, hand thrusting a little faster. Because if it is, I still want to make her come first.
She clamps down as I work her, biting her lip, being a good girl and keeping quiet. I can hear the slick slide of my fingers inside her. Can Laurel?
There’s a pause on the other side of the door. I can almost see her sputtering. “No.”
“Then, go away. I’m busy.”
Avery’s hand comes up to cover her mouth, but she isn’t fast enough to catch her soft snort. Her giggles are silent, but they shake her whole body, even as she sinks down into my palm.
The more she grinds, the harder I rub that spot.
She’s lit up, even as she squints at me. Her cheeks flush bright pink. Tears glitter in the corners of her eyes.
She grabs onto me, burying her face in my shoulder and gasping softly into my shirt.
I can slow down and drag this out some more, but she’s so close to coming. And I’ll just give her another since I have the time.
The moment her body gives in, she drops in my grip. My fingers are relentless. I don’t plan on stopping. Her noises make me ache, my balls drawing up, my cock so stiff it's leaking.
One more, and I’ll bend her over my desk and take her from behind.
I’m going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her before work hours officially begin… in twenty minutes.
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Avery
When I’m shaky from all the orgasms, Wyatt gives me what I can only call a cuddle before he helps me clean up and settles me behind his desk. He braces the arm rests on his chair, barricading me in place. Not that I plan to get away.
My legs are Jell-O, and my insides are warm and gooey for many,manydifferent reasons. The stern lines are gone from Wyatt’s features, making him look younger—more my age. I brush my hand over his cheek and earn myself a smile. Then a small kiss.
What would it be like to have him at home? Away from the office? To see his natural environment?
Wyatt retreats before he returns with a tray of little breakfast quiches and a bowl of fruit and yogurt.
And a cup of coffee, of course. That will help reset my palate.
“Eat. I’ll be back.” Wyatt goes out into the lab to take care of whatever Laurel tried to interrupt us for. She has to know what we were doing. It was so obvious.
The point of hiding me away here—beyond the softness I see in him when he wants to take care of me—is to let my skin cool off and to regain the strength in my legs. Maybe fix my hair. Wyatt doesn’t keep a mirror in his office.
Mostly because he’s not that kind of vain, and his hair is a lost cause to the way he runs his hand through it when he thinks.
Or how mine run through it when we’re touching each other.
Okay, supposed to be settling, not thinking of manhandling Wyatt. Although I do enjoy it a great deal. Almost as much as I enjoy the way he manhandles me.
I run my fingers through my hair before pulling it up into a ponytail to keep from looking any more frazzled.
