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“Ember, I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you,” Foster confessed against my mouth.
And just like that, I was lost again.
I kissed him, my tongue flicking at his lips. I took the silken heat of him in my hands and squeezed. Foster kissed me harder, gasping and panting as I stroked him with one hand and dug my fingers into his ass with the other, urging him to me.
I guided his tip to my entrance and smoothed my hand up his rigid stomach.
My eyes fluttered closed at the satisfying burn that turned to pure relief as he overwhelmed me with fullness.
“Ember, open your eyes,” Foster demanded.
I opened my eyes and held his intense gaze.
“Keep looking at me.” He thrust deeper, looking almost pained. “Jesus Christ, you’re perfect,” he whispered. “Keep looking at me. It’s me fucking you, it’s me that makes you feel this good.”
I nodded, clinging to his shoulders as he tilted my hips farther to glide slowly in and out of me. I trembled against him as he took pleasure in taking his time.
“You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect,” he grunted against my lips, his speed increasing.
I moved against his thrusts, the blood rushing in my ears. “So are you.”
“Ember.” His grip tightened as he repeated my name like a prayer.
“Foster,” I whimpered back as he thrust at just the right angle to brush my clit with his movements. My nails dug into his shoulders. “Oh, God, do that again.”
Satisfaction made his expression harsh, and he drove into me harder.
My climax built, my neck arching, my cries echoing around the office.
“Come for me, Ember,” Foster commanded. “I want to feel you come around me.”
Just like that, the tension inside me peaked.
And peaked HARD.
I gasped as the first orgasm hit and was quickly followed by another bigger, more spectacular one that made me lose all sense of self. My cries filled the whole goddamn building. My fingers dug into his skin as I clenched around him, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
My pulse was loud in my ears as Foster thrust harder, faster into me. A few seconds later, he buried his face in my neck and muffled his shout of release against my skin. His hips jerked against mine, and I felt him throb in pulse after pulse inside me, shuddering in my arms.
I held on to him as we tried to catch our breath. My skin was slick against his, my breasts crushed against his chest. I caressed his back, soothing him.
Eventually, he lifted his head and stared at me in awe.
And I knew, no matter how stupid we both understood it would be, that this wasn’t the last time we’d find bliss in each other’s arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ember
Foster’s groan was loud.
I clamped a hand over his mouth as I undulated against him. “Shh.”
His nostrils flared and his grip on my hips tightened. And in revenge, he began bucking his own magnificent hips beneath me.
“Oh, fuck,” I huffed, releasing his mouth to brace both hands on his shoulders.
Suddenly, I was flipped on my back, my wrists captured above my head, and Foster took over.
