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I lean over her. “You love this, don’t you?” My lips run along her shoulder blade before I bite down, leaving indentations on her creamy skin. “I should make you beg for this,” I hiss as I straighten, grab her hips, and push into her in one unrelenting stroke.
My mind blanks.
She’s tight.Sofucking tight. Wet, hot, and pulling me deeper. Welcoming me home.
It’s salvation and ruin.
My pace starts slow, each thrust sending heat racing up my spine as I watch the way she takes me, swallowing me down like her body never forgot.
I can’t look away.
She fits around me so fucking perfectly, and I don’t understand it. Don’t understand why she has to feel this good.
Why it has to be her.
It only takes a handful of pumps before she’s pushing back into me, her ass meeting my hips with a smallsmack, matching me stroke for stroke. Each one sends a jolt straight to my balls—tightening, pulsing—and suddenly I’m hunting it down, needing to feel it again and again.
My hands tighten on her hips, fingers digging into muscle as I drive into her. Broken thoughts spilling out in gasps and growls. It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t hear me anyway. She’s too far gone and so am I. All I can focus on is the way I press her into the mattress like I can fuse her to me as the pleasure coiling inside me becomes unbearable.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, voice muffled against the bed. “I’m… I’m so close.”
I press my chest to her back to reach around her waist and between her legs. My fingers find her clit instantly, tracing the circles her body craves. The reaction is immediate. A sharp inhale, her muscles locking up like a bowstring pulled impossibly tight, and then she shatters.
Her back bends, body clenching so hard around me that my vision whites out. I ram into her, chasing the edge until I slam straight past it. Searing pleasure crashes over me. My hand fists in her hair, holding her as I ride it out, each stroke wringing more from me, making it last.
Only when my rocking subsides do I give her more of my weight, and she sinks down flat onto the bed, my sweat-slicked skin pressed fully against her back.
For a long moment, our ragged breaths are the only sound in the room. I’m not sure how long I stay like that, but eventually, when I can no longer feel her heart racing, I shift to slide out of her, smoothing a hand over the curve of her ass where the skin is slightly raised. And somehow, this one touch breaks the spell as the reality of what I just did crashes into me in violent waves.
I let myself touch her. Taste her. Take her. I let myself forget.
And I shouldn’t have.
Chapter 20
Davey
Ilean against Leslie’s desk, watching Silas through the glass wall of his office. He’s in the middle of a meeting with Jeremy, and it’s not going well.
No surprise there.
Silas’s assistant barely glances at me. She knows how these things go better than almost anyone. Amy, our Chief Human Resources Officer, walks by with a cup of coffee, raising it to me in a silent greeting as she trudges back toward her office.
“How long have they been in there?” I ask once Amy is out of earshot.
Leslie sighs and checks the time on her phone. “At least an hour.”
Silas doesn’t drag things out unless there’s a problem. Judging by the way he leans back in his chair with his fingers steepled and eyebrows drawn, there is. Jeremy, on the other hand, has no subtlety whatsoever, throwing his hands around like a cartoon villain.
This all started the second he and William's advisor, Brenden, showed up at the satellite office, claiming William sent them to “help.” Help with what? No idea. Jeremy isn’t trained in any technical field. Brenden is just as useless. They’ve done nothing except get in the way.
Ben, Corey, Luis, and I have been working around the clock on the servers, but we have to drop everything we’re doing when they stop byunannounced. Although I am confident they can’t discern that what we're working on is far more extensive than a standard audit, it’s putting the guys on edge. Between the hovering and endless questions, I had to ask Silas to step in and handle him.
By the looks of it, Silas seems closer to throwing his little brother out the window than coming to an understanding.
I cross my arms, shifting my weight to the edge of Leslie’s desk so I’m not in her way any more than I need to be.
Despite Jeremy and Brenden’s constant disruptions, we’ve made progress. Ben and Corey's skills are miles ahead of anyone I have in-house. If they’re this good under these circumstances, what could they do long-term? I haven’t asked about their livelihoods outside of this, but I’ll admit I’m tempted. They could work remotely to keep dissecting our vulnerabilities.
