Before she could process it all—the sight of Ren between her thighs, her spread naked across a desk, and Hayes watching—Ren gripped her under the knees and the head of his cock pushed into her. They both moaned and her short nails dug into his shoulders at the full feeling of having him inside her. God, yes. She’d definitely forgotten how good this could feel. The heat of a man, the need rolling off him.
Unlike the kiss they’d first shared, Ren didn’t ease into things. She’d pushed him past the point of patience. This was his control fraying at the edges. She loved it. He pumped into her with long, deep strokes, the angle just right and his tattooed arms flexing beside her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice full of grit and his eyes full of challenge. “Hard and fast?”
“God, yes.”
His pants weren’t even off, just hanging loose on his hips, and his T-shirt was still on. It was dirty, urgent fucking, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt anything better. There was nothing nice or relaxed or friendly about it. He grabbed her knee and hooked a leg around his hip, angling deeper, the head of his cock teasing at her entrance in a way that felt altogether new. Vaginal sex had always been pleasant but not intense. But right now, she could feel the shape of his cock, the head, the smoothness right at her entrance every time he fucked into her, lighting up nerves she didn’t know she had. And before long, she felt another orgasm knocking at the door.
Sweat beaded his brow and that messy hair was falling in his face. Ren Muroya, undone. She wished she had a photo of him just like this. She’d never need porn again. But when he tucked his hand between them and found her clit, there were no more thoughts of photos or anything else. Light exploded behind her eyes and she cried out, the climax rolling over her.
Ren wasn’t far behind and his thrusts became harder, more urgent until he was gasping and cursing, pushing her across the desk with the force of it all. Her head slipped off the edge, but before it tilted all the way back, two big palms clasped it, cradled it. Hayes.
The thought was enough to send her into hyperspace. She let her thoughts go and just enjoyed the ride, fell into the bliss. Ren deep inside her, her head in Hayes’s hands, and both men watching her fall apart beneath them.
She would be ruined. How would she ever top this?
But she wouldn’t worry about it now.
This was living in the moment. She’d hold on to it as long as she could.
And not until Ren was sliding out and covering her with his jacket did she open her eyes. Hayes was gazing down at her, still cradling her head, some unreadable expression on his face. She figured she should say something, but before she could, he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Inhaling deeply, like he was trying to breathe her in.
For some reason, it made her want to cry. But she held the urge and let the guys silently help her off the desk. Every part of her felt oversensitive, electric, and exposed. She didn’t know what to say. Or if there was anything to say.
She tucked her arms into Ren’s jacket, accepted her discarded clothes from Hayes, and slipped into the small bathroom attached to Ren’s office to put herself back together. She braced her hands on the sink and stared at her reflection as she regained her breath. She didn’t recognize the flush-cheeked woman in the oval mirror. Who was that girl with the wild hair and slick lips and dazed look? Who was that woman who’d just jumped off a cliff without thinking of the consequences?
This had been insane. And kind of amazing. The girl in the mirror smiled. She reached out and touched the reflection, spreading her hand like she was touching the person staring back at her. She didn’t know this girl yet.
Or maybe she’d known her all along but had been too scared to look.
What would that girl do? She wouldn’t think about what this meant or what happened next or wonder if anything would happen again. She would hold this moment and enjoy it for what it was. Own it.
With that decided, Cora quickly cleaned up and got dressed. She stepped back into the office and found only Ren waiting for her.
Ren walked over to her, took her hands in his, and gave her a soft kiss. “How goes it, Benning?”
“It goes.”
His lips curved. “Freaking out?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. No need to. That was . . . a great way to spend a lunch hour.”
She laughed and glanced at the closed office door. “Where’s Hayes?”
Ren’s smile dipped. “He said he needed some air. More likely, he needed to walk off a raging case of blue balls.”
“Is he okay? I feel bad that—”
Ren laced his fingers with hers. “Hayes has to approach this in his own way. I know he loved every minute of what just happened, but it’s got to be torture not to participate.”
“I would’ve let him. I asked him to.”
Ren sighed. “I know. But you have to understand how badly he was burned. That mistrust is his only defense. I think he’ll get past it. But it’s going to take time.”
“I don’t blame him. But it’s unfair that he has to be so careful. He didn’t do anything.”