I liked hearing her cries of pleasure.
I liked even more that I was putting that pleasure in her voice.
My cock wedged into her tight pussy, slow at first due to the angle and restriction of her jeans forcing her legs to stay fairly closed.
But she was wet.
She hadn’t been lying.
And within four thrusts, I was filling her full.
“Oh, god. Yes, Sinclair. Yes.”
My name.
The one that I’d rolled my eyes at for my entire life because of how pretentious it sounded.
Why did that sound so goddamn hot coming out of her lips?
A throat cleared. “I need to get into my office, man.”
I thrust back inside, then circled my hand around to Holly’s ribs while the other went to her pussy. I picked her up and moved us physically out of the way.
The door closed behind Hopps, and I let Holly sink back down onto me, nothing under her feet but air.
I was deep.
She said as much moments later when she cried out, “God, I can feel you all the way up to my throat!”
I placed her back down onto the step leading up into Hopps’s office and fucked her hard and fast.
My balls were already drawing up, ready for release.
Was this how it was always going to be with her? Fast and out of control?
Because I sure the fuck had none of it when it came to Holly Cain.
Her nails dug into the wall in front of her, and she cried out, “I’m coming, honey. I’m coming all over you.”
She was.
And I was, too.
“Denver, we need to talk.”
I gave one last thrust into Holly, giving her the rest of my cum, and dropped my head onto Holly’s shoulder.
“Denver, are you even listening to me?”
Holly clenched on my cock and pressed backward, clearly hearing my ex-wife’s voice.
“Leave me alone, Juliana. I’m fucking busy.”
“But, Denver…”
“We’re busy, Juliana,” Holly called out. “Leave us alone.”
Juliana hissed, just now realizing that I had a woman in front of me.
