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But after that kiss yesterday in the office… in front of Derek too.

While guilt soared through me, I knew I had a lifetime to make up for it. And hell, he wasn’t blaming me. Not for anything. He loved me.

He. Loved. Me.

Me.

I’d have shaken my head in disbelief but there was no disbelieving this. I knew it to be fact.

When I felt the kiss of pre-cum on my palm, I used it to lubricate my fingers. My grip tightened on him and I jacked him off for a handful of seconds.

“I’ve been wanting you too long,” he gritted out. “I can’t hold it for long, Jess.”

I moved my hand from his cheek and reached for the one that he’d rested on his belly. Grabbing it, I tucked it between my legs, loving how his eyes flared wide in response.

“You came to bed with no panties on?” He let out a pained moan. “Ow, that hurts.”

I snickered. “In a good way?” I asked, voice breaking as his fingers connected with my clit.

Fuck, had I ever been this wet?

I didn’t think so.

He touched me, rubbing my nub, sliding through the thick juices that my sex released in an obvious declaration that I was a totally willing party to what was happening here.

Hell, I was more than willing.

I was starting to get desperate when he focused those clever digits on my clit. My hips rocked, jerking back and forth as, for the first time in two years, my sex saw some action.

I couldn’t believe it when I felt the darkening edges circling my vision as release beckoned. Then, he shifted his hand, the underside of his wrist rubbed against my clit as he spread me with one finger.

And that was it.

It was as simple and as crazy as that, because I came.

Hard.

And loud.

At any other time, with any other man, I’d probably have been embarrassed at the sounds that came out of my mouth, but damn, it was good. So fucking good. It exploded throughout my system, breaking me apart and fitting me back together again even as he continued to touch me, to keep me riding the crest.

I clenched my thighs around his hand, keeping a tight hold even as my juices leaked from me. My own grip on his shaft firmed to the point I could hear his pained grunts as he jerked his hips, using my hand to get off.

The thought had my eyes popping open and pulling back.

“No,” I gritted out. He froze, and I realized… this man. “No, not like this,” I stated, scrabbling up, pushing him back until he was resting against the sheets and I was on top of him.

“Not with my hand. With me.”

I could see the relief in his eyes even as the sweat beaded on his brow and top lip. “For a second, I thought…”

His voice was shaky, telling me how close he’d been to climaxing. My throat closed but I choked out, “I know. But no. I want more for us.”

I peered down at the ruddy shaft between us and then rocked up higher so my knees were around his hips. Then, grabbing a hold of it, I began to slide his cock through my folds, rocking my pelvis for the best friction ever.

Coating him in my juices, I heard more pained groans escaping from his throat, and I knew it had to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.

Those noises?


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