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This was perfect, just fucking perfect. And him slamming into me repeatedly as we fucked on the very desk my dad would sit at tomorrow was the icing on the cake. Okay, no, it was just part of the cake.

Feeling Shawn balls deep in me, nothing between us, that was the icing on the cake.

This man was utterly delicious, and he screwed me like a dream.

I reached behind me, holding onto his ass and pushing him in harder. I was so close, and I needed him to take me there. To take us both over.

“Shawn, ugh, fuck, so..close.”

“I am too, baby.” He slid his hand up my back and wrapped his hand in my hair, tugging it back. I moaned at the pain that ripped through my scalp and realized that when he gave me pain, it was such pleasure.

“Yes, hurt me, mark me, show me I’m yours.”

I wasn’t aware that I wanted to be owned by a man, but I did. What he said not too long ago was true. I wanted to be his, I wanted the world to know it too. And I was over my dad dictating that.

“You are mine. Fuck Marketa, I wasn’t a possessive man, but you walked into my life and I’m sure as hell not letting anyone touch my woman. You’re fucking cunt is mine, that baby is mine, you’re mine.”

The sentiment behind those words pushed me over and I screamed his name, coming so hard on his dick.

He tugged my hair as I felt him come right after me. He slumped on my back as his thrusting eased and I rested my head on the cold wood, feeling more at ease.

Shawn was going to walk through hell with me, I knew it. He was already showing it. He wasn’t backing away just because my dad was being a dick.

It was time to have a long talk with the only parent I had left.

Chapter 13

Shawn

Ileaned against the desk as I watched this woman put her clothes back on, trying to look like she just hadn’t been thoroughly ravished in twenty different ways. Okay, we didn’t have twenty different sex positions, but I had taken her again, and again, then ate her out one last time while she enjoyed my cock.

She said she wanted to taint her dad’s office, and we did. So, once we rested after the desk scene, I had her ride me in his chair. And shit, that was hot. Maybe it was all the little nips and sucks she was doing that sent me through the roof. After that, I had her back against the door, then the wall, and then against his trophy case. Finally, ended it all on his couch.

Needless to say, I enjoyed this big ‘screw you’ to him as much as she did.

I know it was wrong, and childish, but he was being the same way.

Besides, when my girl wanted it, my girl was going to get it.

And she was my girl. I wasn’t just saying that.

Something clicked. Maybe it was the way Coach was. Maybe it was the way I just saw her and my palms got sweaty and my mind stuttered to a halt. Maybe it was just her. But she was mine and I sure had no plans of giving her up.

I also had no big plan yet to tell her how I feel, even if I was pretty sure she knew it.

“Shall we,” she told me, taking my hand.

We both looked around the room, seeing the many spots that we had taken each other, and it felt good.

Granted, if I had to come talk to this man in here, I wasn’t promising I could keep a straight face. And certainly, couldn’t sit there and not think of all the ways we had fun. All behind his back.

And though she wouldn’t have as many reasons to be in here as me, something told me she’d be in the same boat.

“Let’s go, Shorty. You don’t regret any part of this, do you?”

“You mean us? Or do you mean tainting everything?”

“Well, both I guess.”

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