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“Moan for me,” Fitz ordered in that way that made my walls clench down on him. He crooked his fingers at the same time, touching that strange shelf-like ridge within me, and I almost fell apart right then and there. “Let me know how much you need me.”

“Please…Please Daddy,” I begged again, trying to pull him closer to me even though he was right on top of me. Would I ever be satisfied, or was I going to always crave him like a missing half of my person?

I didn’t know, and the question quickly fled my mind as my first orgasm started to roll towards me. It was harried and jagged, much like our love making, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fitz leaned back slightly, just enough to put his free hand on my lower belly, pressing down firmly. Like most things, I didn’t understand it at first until he crooked his fingers again and the sensation of it was amplified tenfold.

I let out a wail and he swallowed it hungrily, both of his hands roughly pushing me over my edge. And it was as I was coming that I realized that I was made for Fitz in a way many women weren’t.

With so many slender beauties and ephemeral waifs, he’d probably had to hold back his whole life. Keep his strength in check and make sure that he didn’t ever hurt them. But I was solid and soft. I was stronger than them, bigger, and able to absorb what would have hurt them and turn it into pleasure. I was made to ruin men like Fitz, and the idea was utterly intoxicating.

“Sir…I need you in me,” I gasped as his fingers continued to stoke at my fluttering walls, as if he was trying to drive me straight from one orgasm to another.

“Sweetheart, I am in you,” he replied with a sinful grin.

“You know what I mean.”

He chuckled darkly then I hear his zipper sliding and then he was in me and everything was good.

I clung to him, whining and moaning and not caring if anyone heard us outside of his office. He thrust into me without holding back, making me feel just how much he had missed me. How stupid he felt for ever ignoring me.

“You’re perfect,” Fitz gasped, as if he had heard my thoughts. “You’re fucking perfect, baby girl.”

His words raised a thrill in me and I felt myself tilting towards my orgasm again.

“Only for you,” I panted. “Only ever for you.”

He let out a shaking groan as if I had burned him, and then his hands shoved between us again, one of them going to that button at my apex and the other snaking up my shirt to tease at my nipples. I knew what he was doing, trying to drag enough pleasure out of me to have me climaxing around him again, and how could I say no to that?

I let my head tilt back, sliding up and down the smooth surface of the desk as he pounded into me. I took it all, reaching behind me to hold onto the edge of the desk as I arched up into him. That subtle shift changed the angle that he was within me and the next thing I knew I was keening out another release.

Fitz followed me soon after, cursing and clutching at me like I was his final tether to Earth. And I guessed in a way I was. We’d both been so aloof, detached our own life after seeing how easily people could use or abuse other. But as he slumped over me, breathing hard and kissing praises into my skin, I felt more anchored than I had ever been.

It was a good feeling, and I had a hunch that it might actually stick around.

Fitz

I leaned back in the chair that I had stolen from one of the nearby desks, stretching my shoulders out. I could still hear Bev making copies in the next room, dutifully burning the midnight oil for the launch of our brand new, fourth channel.

It’d been three months since that fateful meeting in my office. When we both finally got our heads out of our asses and admitted we had feelings for each other. And, to be honest, it was better than I could have ever imagined.

Sure, we had our hiccups. Bev and I were learning about each other and still getting used to this whole relationship thing. There were occasionally things I assumed she knew that she had no idea of, and I sometimes forgot that some of my bachelor habits weren’t acceptable. But we always talked through it. We never assumed the worst of each other and we heard each other out.

It was pretty damn amazing.

I looked to the clock. All of our teams had been working overtime to make sure we hit our launch date with everything absolutely perfect, but I had finally sent them home three hours previously. It was almost past one in the morning, and I knew Bev had to be absolutely exhausted.

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