Page 78 of Desiring an Angel

I grabbed his dick and leaned over his back, my face finding his neck. “Don’t ever stop loving me,” I gasped, my voice broken, bleeding the consuming need inside me.

“Never,” he swore, reaching back to grasp the back of my head.

I sank my teeth into his skin, sucking hard, leaving my mark. “Want you to come in my hand, baby. Soak my fist while I spill deep inside your ass.”

“Oh fuck…yes, Rhett..goddamn—”

Wet heat erupted over my fingers.

“Fuck, yes. Ash.” My balls seized, and I grunted with every spurt through my length, coating him. Claiming him. I’d marked my love inside and out. Both filled me with such a sense of rightness and satisfaction that my throat tightened and my eyes stung.

We panted and stilled, Ash boneless on my desk, me wishing I could collapse atop him on our bed. The office afforded no such luxury.

Thank fuck for attached bathrooms.

I kissed where I’d bitten and ran my tongue over his neck, tasting remnants of his natural salt and soap.

So fucking delicious.

“Goddamn, baby,” I groaned, slowly backing out of him, my dick sensitive as fuck as he clenched around me as though unwilling to let me go too.

Ash shuddered as I slipped free, and I spread his ass cheeks watching my cum drip from his asshole. I shoved some back in, reaching deep until he hissed.

“Fucking caveman.”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed, then gave his thigh a quick slap.

Every cell in my body tingling, I cleaned us both up, tucked my spent dick away, and pulled him down onto my lap again.

Eyes closed, our foreheads rested together.

My muscles went lax, and I simply breathed him in, loving how we fit, how my mind and soul quieted while wrapped up in him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you my attention lately,” he whispered.

I knew why he hadn’t been, how his drive to find a mother for his children and sunshine for our lives gave him tunnel vision. The fact he recognized what I’d been going through since Skylar’s arrival stilled some of my deep-seated unrest over her barreling into our lives.

He kissed me softly, a mere press of lips. “How about we go out on a date tonight? Just you and me.”

That was the best idea he’d had since flying to Florida to offer his shoulder for me to lean on.

I agreed and answered with a simple, “Yes,” hopeful that things would somehow work out for all three of us to be happy—satisfied.

But I didn’t hold my breath.

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Skylar

Bagging groceries was easy. Mundane. Required no thought beyond don’t put bananas on top of lettuce or canned goods with bread.

I seemed to have found a job that only required the skills I possessed. Organization.

Life was going well.

Sharing a bed with two men, one of which loved on me nonstop, the other just as standoffish as Ashton had warned me about Rhett’s character. But I would wear him down eventually.

I’d done so once, so it was only a matter of time before he relented to the pull between us again.

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