Page 74 of Protecting Love

“Just couldn’t resist throwing that out there, could you?”

She rolled off the bed. “Nope. Hang on. Looks like I’m the prepared one.”

She marched to her bathroom, found the unopened box she’d picked up months ago because... because she was horny like her sister said and maybe she had some wishful thinking when it came to the sexy Head of Security in her building.

She grabbed one out and marched back in to see him removing a gun from his ankle and setting it on the dresser. “This is what I meant.”

“Yeah, we’ll let that slide. Drop the drawers now.”

“You’re pushy. I thought you’d be relaxed now.”

“Not even close.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and let it all fall down, then kicked them aside.

And all she wanted to do was get down on her knees and yell, “Thank God. Put me out of my misery.”

But she didn’t.

She tried to stay as composed as everyone always said she was.

He took the condom out of her hand that she was holding out to him as if it was a prize. Because in her eyes, it was.

A symbol of what was going to happen.

The change between them that there would be no coming back from.

This time, he tossed her on the bed. Picked her up, giving her a little flip in the air like a man who couldn’t wait one more second.

The condom was opened, he was covered, and then on top of her.

She opened up and welcomed him like it was the only place she ever wanted him to be.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock slid in fully, her body holding on and not wanting to let go.

There was no work up now. No slow burn. No steady rise.

This was about getting to the end, hot, heavy, and urgent.

Her bed was squeaking under their movements.

Her hips lifting and retreating as he came out and slammed back in.

She held on tight because there was no way she was missing one bit of this ride.

“Can you come a second time?” he mumbled into her neck.

“Yeah. Keep doing this. I’m so close.”

He sounded as if he was out of breath. Or would be soon.

She hoped not.

Not with everything building inside of her. Everything climbing. Tightening.

The feelings of fullness she’d been dreaming about.

One arm went under her ass and pushed her up, slamming into her tighter as he pounded harder, faster, deeper.