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She turns around, her elbows resting on the desk and I spread her knees apart, lining myself up with her soaked pussy, and push myself home.

The squeeze of her muscles has my eyes closing in a state of pure bliss, my head rolling back as I soak in her little whimpers. Her fingertips grip the desk as she lowers herself flush with the table, the plans crumpling beneath her.

I can’t say how I’ve gone six weeks without this, without all of her, but one thing is for damn sure: I’m never going without again. Not when every thrust of my hips has her arching her back in the most satisfying curve, her ass lifting at just the right angle for me to thumb that perfect tight ring of muscle as she pushes back into me.

“We’re not waiting a year, Indy.”

“No,” she groans.

“Tell me you’re mine . . .”

“I’m yours, Mav. I’m yours.”

“You’re moving into my bedroom. Our bedroom. No more keeping our distance. No more professionalism. I want you every night like this, coming in our home, in our bed. Every. Damn. Night.” My cock pulses like a promise to give her exactly what she needs every night we’re together.

“Yes, I want it. I don’t want to wait.”

“Thank God.” I curve my hand around her waist, reaching for her clit as I roll tight circles over it.

“I’ve missed this.” She snakes her hand between her legs, cupping my balls, and I have to bite down on her shoulder to keep from coming. “I’ve missed this so much.”

“I’ve heard . . .”

“You heard?” she breathes, her fingertips rolling my balls until they’re full and tight.

“Every night I heard you making yourself come, Indigo. Make yourself come now, sweetheart. And I’m gonna throw out that vibrator the second we get home.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Don’t hate your teammates.”

“Fine. It comes out for team bonding only.”

“I can agree to those terms . . . Pinch me, please . . .”

She cries out as I do what she says, her knees buckling under me. I grip her hip as my other hand plays with her clit, her pussy pulsing around every inch I give her.

“Give it to me, sweetheart. Give it to me, and I’ll give you my cum.”

“Mav, I’m gonna . . . I’m coming.” Her moans fill the space between us as I lick up a bead of sweat running down her neck. She’s so pretty. So unbelievably sexy as she rolls her hips, clenching and pulsing until she tips me over the edge with her. I’m falling into the unknown; blackness clouds my vision as pure ecstasy surges through my veins. Hot cum spurts into my girl. With shaking arms she lifts herself off the desk, leaning her body back and pulling my head down for a deep kiss.

“I love you, Indigo.”

Her eyes open sharply, her pupils blown so wide I can barely see the color of her namesake. She twists around, my cock slipping out, and I feel our cum slipping out with me. She presses her head against my chest.

“I love you too. So much it makes me crazy.”

“Crazy enough to go meet a client right now with our cum soaking your thighs?” I drop a kiss against her jawline.

“Only if you promise to lick me clean the second we’re home.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got a deal.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Indy

Mav’s lips ghost up my neck before focusing just under my jawline. My body melts into him as the elevator moves excruciatingly slowly up to our apartment. His fingers are on my hips, scrunching up my skirt before we’ve even made it past level three of the skyrise I now call home.

“You were incredible. Absolutely incredible, Indigo.”