Page 87 of Sweetest Sin
Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her feet are bare. The sunlight from the foyer illuminates her, making her look like a damn angel.
My angel.
I’ve been working from home while she and Damien get adjusted, but now that he’s enrolled full-time at the local private school, I should go back to the office.
But every time I consider it, she walks by, dressed in her tiny cotton shorts or gym clothes—since she’s been working out in our gym—or the barely there bikini she wears when she goes swimming, and I have no desire to be anywhere but here.
I continue to speak to my team, but I cut off the camera and pat my leg for her to join me. She does so without argument, padding into the office and climbing into my lap.
I never knew how good it would feel to have a woman in my life and in my home. I was raised in a house that lacked any kind of normalcy, but Peyton and Damien are showing me what that looks like. Before them, my life revolved around my business, but now, it includes breakfast and bath time and bedtime stories, sex in the middle of the night with the woman I’m falling in love with, and I can’t imagine going back to the way my life was before them.
Greg, my senior analyst, continues to throw out numbers regarding the new development project we’re preparing to present to the city council. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit, but with the mayor going rogue, I need everytcrossed andidotted. I don’t know who he’s working with, and this project is too damn important to risk getting denied.
Peyton wraps her smooth thighs around my waist and starts peppering kisses along my stubbled jaw and neck while I answer the questions that are thrown at me.
When she starts to unbutton my shirt, her cold hands brush against my flesh, and I suck in a harsh breath. I glance down at her, but she’s not looking at me, too busy placing open-mouthed kisses on my chest.
Another member of my team starts to present her ideas, and while I should be paying attention to whatever she’s saying, my only focus is on the woman who’s moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.
“Mmm,” she hums, pulling my cock out of its confines. “I love when you go commando.” She slides down my legs and drops onto her knees, spreading my legs and taking my shaft into her mouth.
“Mr. Antonov?” someone says, reminding me that I’m still in a damn meeting. “What do you think?”
“I think …”
Peyton swallows my entire cock, choking on it when it hits the back of her throat, and I damn near lose my shit.
“I think …”
She reaches up and cups my balls, fondling them gently, and I choke out, “I have a call coming in. Discuss this, and I’ll call you right back.”
Before any of them can argue, I end the call and lean back, moaning as Peyton fucks me with her mouth. Her saliva coats my dick, dribbling down to my ball sack, and I fist her hair, needing to touch her in some way.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re such a pretty little distraction.”
She hums around my cock, continuing to bob her head up and down, and I tighten my hold on her hair, close to coming down her throat. But then I remember my mission to get her pregnant before she gets on birth control, and I yank her head up.
“Hey!” She pouts like I just took away her favorite snack as I lift her onto my desk, not giving a shit that her ass is crumpling all the files I have laid out in front of me.
I yank her yoga pants and underwear down her legs and then shove two fingers inside her cunt.
“Fuck, woman, you’re drenched. Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
“You already know it does,” she says, glaring at me because I didn’t let her finish.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, then curl them up, hitting the spot that I know will set her off. I usually prefer to take my time, but I need to get back to my meeting, and I want her to get off before I shove my cock inside her and hopefully fuck a baby into her.
Within a few strokes, she drops her head against my chest and comes all over my fingers, using me to stifle her moans.
“Such a good girl,” I say, pulling my fingers out and sucking on them. “You taste so damn good. Later, I’m going to feast on this pussy.”
I pull her legs toward me, forcing her head and back to hit the desk, and then I line up my cock at her opening. It’s glistening from her orgasm, and I know despite my size, I’ll slide in easily.
I waste no time thrusting into her warm, wet cunt, and then I drop on top of her, caging her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her fingers around my biceps to hold on, and then she throws her head back with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel the way you fit so perfectly around me, your cunt gripping my cock?”
“God, yes,” she moans. “Please, Dom, fuck me harder.”
