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“Then let’s eat.”

He sat by me as the two of us ate our salads. He filled me in on some things going on with the theater and the performances he was gearing up for with the summer season. I told him the construction guys had come by to start on the indoor structure for the pool and the hot tub and the kids were bouncing off the walls because of it. I told him about our gardening adventure for the weekend and how I thought I could teach the kids self-sufficiency by helping them grow their own food.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said. “Why don’t we grow things to make our own salads?”

“Well, the boys are wanting to grow insane things like grapes and pineapples. But I think Michaela would like growing lettuce and red peppers,” I said.

“Pineapples, huh? I hear you’ve got Dmitri hooked on them now.”

“I’m telling you. I put it on pizza once and now the boy can’t stop eating them,” I said with a giggle.

I took the last bite of my salad before placing the bowl on the floor.

“You really are a remarkable woman, Catherine.”

It was the tone change in Jace’s voice that caused me to look over at him. He stood from his chair and offered his hand to me, and I took it willingly. He helped me to my feet before wrapping his arm around me, and that leading man look in his eye began to shine. I felt my breath flee my lungs. I nuzzled into his touch when he caressing this thumb over my skin. Every time he touched me like that, my knees went weak. Every time he trailed his skin down my neck, my knees buckled. I melted into him as our lips collided, his arm holding me close to the strong outline of his body.

Then I felt him grab my ass and hoist me up before sitting me on the edge of his desk.

Nineteen

Catherine

His hands lit my skin on fire. His lips tinted my skin with a flush onto he could pull from me. He slid my skirt up my legs, his large hands encompassing the thickness of my inner thighs. His face fell to my bosom. He nuzzled and nipped at my clothed nipples. My hands threaded through his hair as my back pressed into his desk, my hips rolling into his body.

“Jace,” I said with a whisper.

“Oh Catherine.”

His hands hooked into my panties and slid them down my legs. I heard him fiddling with his belt before fabric slid to the floor. His hands gripped my legs, pulling me to the edge of his desk. Closing the distance between our hips as his lips fell against mine again. My tongue prodded his depths. I tasted the sweetness of his tongue. My hands slid up his arms. His shoulders. His neck. Until I cupped his cheeks and felt his lips swelling against mine. I loved nibbling on his bottom lip. The growls it pulled from his throat made me shiver in anticipation.

I felt his cock rubbing up my dripping slit before he inched his way inside.

“Oh shit,” I said breathlessly. “Jace. Just like that.”

Then he covered my lips again with his.

He rolled into me. Desperately. Deeply. His desk rocked as our hips connected, his throat swallowing my sounds. My legs wrapped around him. My skirt bunched up at my waist. His large hands palmed my breasts and my nipples hardened to painful peaks. I gripped his hair. I tugged at his suit coat. I gripped anything I could to give me leverage as I met him, thrust for thrust. His trimmed curls ground into my clit. Jolting electricity up my spine. He released my lips and flooded my neck with kisses, nipping at my skin and pulling my shirt down to expose my chest.

I felt his teeth sink into me and my hips rose faster to meet his.

“Catherine. Shit. So tight for me.”

“Jace. Please don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop. Never stop.”

“Never, Catherine. I’ll never stop with you.”

He nuzzled one of my tits out of my bra and wrapped his lips around my aching nipple. He slammed into me, echoing sounds of wet skin along the walls of his office. My body jumped. My thighs trembled. My nails raked through his hair. He pounded into me, a relentless sound that dripped juices down his balls as they connected with the swell of my ass. I panted. Gasped. Tried to swallow my sounds so no one could hear us. My eyes screwed shut and my toes began to curl, and soon I felt Jace’s hips stuttering against mine.

My pussy swallowed him whole as his hips swiveled, raking his skin against my clit.

“Jace! Yes!”

I couldn't hold back my cry of pleasure as I soared over the edge.

His lips crashed back up to mine as his hand threaded through my hair. He fisted my locks, keeping me close to his body as he filled me with his essence. Pump after pump filled me, until I was leaking between my thighs and onto his desk. I breathed his air. Gasped for oxygen as his body collapsed on top of mine. I shook with my orgasm. My pussy drew him deeper, milking his cock for all it had. My head fell to his desk and I sighed with relief as tears of happiness trickled along my vision.

I felt at home underneath Jace’s body.

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