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I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away from her after.
There are exactly two people I’ve ever felt this kind of connection with—her and Mickey. I need to slow this down or I'll embarrass myself by coming too soon the first time I’m with this goddess.
Kristin bunches my shirt in her fist and pulls me closer. It takes me by surprise, but only for a brief moment, then her lips crash into mine. My cock thickens as I drive deeper in long, slow strokes. She’s every bit as sweet as I imagined, and I’m in fucking trouble.
“You broke your promise,” I speak against her lips.
“I don’t care. Harder… please.”
I pull all the way out and shove in to the hilt in a single thrust, settling myself inside her as I ask, “You want harder? I’ll show you harder.”
Sliding out, I guide her off the desk and bend her over it. She braces her elbows on the now-damp wood, and I push inside again. Fucking her hard, but not fast. Each slam into her wringsferal moans that grow louder, the desk shaking. Someone could walk in any minute, and the thrill both spurs me on and terrifies me.
Taking a page out of Mickey’s book, I step into a role I’m not entirely confident I can play, and command, “Tease your clit for me, I want to feel you come on my cock before I paint the inside of your tight pussy with my cum.”
She obeys beautifully, reaching between her legs. My grip on her hips tightens to the point it may leave a light bruise, and I smile at the thought. I’ve never been one to want to mark someone, but there’s something about her that makes me want to claim her as mine.
Kristin’s right there, so fucking close, and I don’t dare adjust or change my pace. With four more thrusts, she shatters, gasping a moan as her pussy flutters around me. As my name spills from her lips, I can’t hold on, and find my own release moments later, ensuring she takes every last drop.
Struggling to catch my breath, I freeze as the office door opens. I glance behind me to find Mickey with a murderous glare. He mutters what sounds like, “I fuckin’ knew it,” then closes the door and leaves.
I debate chasing after him, but he shouldn’t be angry or jealous about this. Except… he might be. I’ve always said sex is just sex, but it’s never been only physical with him. And it certainly wasn’t with Kristin. Explaining to him that I want both of them isn’t going to be easy, but I’m done stuffing down my feelings for her.
I slip out of her perfect pussy and drop to my knees, pressing my cum back inside with my tongue.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks, making me laugh.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“My sister is supposed to have her ultrasound any minute now. We should—oh—go see her.”
“Evelyn and Mickey’s babies aren’t going anywhere. And you aren’t either until you come all over my face again. Then you’re going to help me divorce my wife.”
Chapter 38
Andrew
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“You shouldn’t be lifting that,” I growl, though it lacks the same authoritative tone of a Gallagher.
As predicted, Evie rolls her eyes. “I’m fine! You guys worry too much. Women have been doing this for centuries.”
“Baking, yes. Moving a stand mixer that’s half your weight? Absolutely not.” I take it from her and set it beside the ingredients she laid out.
“You’re worse than Mick.”
“If anything went wrong, I’d be in trouble with Daddy—and not in a good way,” I wink, making her laugh. “So, what are you making?”
“The babies are craving something savory, so I’m making cottage pie.”
“Then why the hell do you need the mixer?”
“I’m lazy and don’t want to hand-mash the potatoes,” she winces, rubbing the side of her belly.
“Are they kicking?”
“No, I’ve just been having Braxton Hicks contractions all morning.Ouch!Fuck, that one hurts.”
