All at once, he thrusts into me, filling me just like I need. I moan and wrap an arm around his neck as I grind down on his cock, bouncing and rolling my body against him. He squeezes one of my breasts but reaches around to rub my clit too.
“A quicky?” I ask.
“No promises.” He groans, smacking my thigh before going back to my clit.
He feels so good, rough, and raw with me. He nibbles my jaw, bites my ear, mixes pleasure and pinpricks of pain until I’m totally wrapped up in him. Nothing else exists. Just us and the bliss that’s spreading across my veins, sucking me down into pure ecstasy.
“Oh, Gunner,” I gasp.
“You’re so good, sweets. So amazing.” He pants against my neck. “I love you so much, Sophie.”
“I love you.” I tangle my fingers in his hair.
He thrusts up and into me every time I come down on him. We moan and pant together, filling my office with something much better than work. My back arches as pleasure ripples from my pussy all the way down to my toes.
I gasp as it drags me into an orgasm. Gunner groans and thrusts into me, getting so deep that I know he’s coming. He groans my name, deep and feral, on his tongue until I feel whole and complete and can’t get rid of the lingering smile that comes after good sex.
“So?” He asks.
“You were right.” I laugh, then kiss him, gently nipping his bottom lip. “We needed that.”
“Nick says you’re worried about things.” Gunner murmurs, lifting me to slide himself out.
I adjust my underwear as he gets redressed, then I sit on my desk. “I wasn’t until other people got involved. What if someone tries to break us up, starts picking at us? What if a fight happens or-”
Gunner kisses me, pulling me back to his lap. “So what if they do?”
“Need I remind you of everything with my dad?”
“No, but you got me through that. And you were right. I don’t like Bella’s rule, but I’d hate you not being there. And I know you love me. I know you love us all, and we love you and what others think … it doesn’t matter.”
“You say that now.”
“I know.”
“And you have a temper.”
“I do.”
“So I’m worried. I mean, if Bella has a problem with us, she could interfere. Or my dad. My mom flirting with you guys. Other people being judgy. Italy was fine, we didn’t know anyone when we were away from Roman’s family, but it’s like we’re sneaking around all over again and – and I’m worried.”
Gunner watches me for a long moment then kisses me softly. “You’re worried about us and Bella?”
“No.”
“You’re worried that we’re going to be upset because Bella’s around or that because of her, things are going to change.”
I chew my finger and shrug. “Are you saying it’s impossible?”
“Things change. That’s a part of life … and you know that if things hadn’t changed before, we never would have met you.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re suspiciously positive.”
“We’re leaving tomorrow … and I might be a little drunk.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Gunner.”
“I know. I’ll work on the sobriety thing. Let’s get home and get dressed so we can go to the Speakeasy. We’ll have plenty of fun.”