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He looks between us the second his button pops free and his eyes flash to mine. We stare back at one another as my fingers pull down on the metal tab of his zipper and the metal teeth let loose.

He keeps his left hand low on my waist as his right-hand dips down beneath his underwear and pulls his cock free. The length, girth, and I suspect, heavy weight of him forces his boxer briefs down lower, giving me a full view of what filled me so full the night of my birthday.

I knew by the way my body barely took him that night that he’s bigger than anyone I’ve had before. But seeing the evidence makes me wonder how I took him at all.

He pumps his cock twice as he studies my reaction to him. I watch his hand’s movement and the bead of precum that glistens over his tip. I lick my lips unconsciously at the thought of how delicious that would feel pushing inside of me.

“You fucking wreck me. Did you know that?” he asks, releasing his cock to bob between us and then reaches out, ducking his hand under my dress.

My body bucks towards him giving him better access as his finger glides over my wet panties. My body advances towards him before I can make a conscious decision. Our eyes lock as the look of realization flashes in his eyes that he does the same thing for me that I do for him.

“Are we doing this? Do you want me to fuck you in this office?” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod.

His eyes hood and darken at my answer.

“Do we need a condom?” he asks carefully, without making any movement forward.

He’s letting me make the call, just like he did the night of my birthday.

He thinks I’m pregnant and, therefore, can’t get pregnant again, but I know better.

Isla said she was on birth control when she got pregnant, so it’s just as easy as I could, too, but being bare with him was the best sex I’ve ever had.

I don’t want anything between us.

“You’re the only one I’m with,” he assures me when I don’t answer.

“No condom,” I confirm, though I know it’s reckless.

His lips crash back down on mine. Our hands gripping onto any part of each other we can get.

I should stop this and tell him that we shouldn’t have sex at my place of employment. And on my desk, of all places.

I should tell him that I’m not pregnant and that he can take back his promises.

But I don’t do any of those things. Instead, I take his kiss and revel in being in Slade’s arms once more.

Being with Slade makes me want that dirty side. A side of me I’ve never felt or wanted with anyone else.

I want to live on the edge a little—feel a little wild and untamed.

The kind of girl that would warrant Slade’s attention.

Not that I’ve ever wanted it before he showed up to the Hawkeyes stadium, looking even more gorgeous than ever.

I reach down and grip around his cock, guiding him gently to bring his tip against my entrance.

He groans as his tip notches at my wet opening and my arousal coats his head. He leans me back, his arm keeping me secure. His other hand gripping himself at the base of his cock as he presses into me.

I moan out as his head pushes through me, and he kisses me harder to muffle my sounds so no one hears us.

The walls are thick in this office. Soundproofed during the renovation of the office recently, but he doesn’t know it, and I like that he thinks we might get caught but isn’t stopping anyway.

With every thrust he makes, he advances into me further.

I can feel every inch of him as he stretches me to accommodate his size.

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