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Pulling away, she stood and licked her lips.
“Fucking amazing.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile as my hand went to her jaw and brought her close, kissing those plump, sassy lips I’d come to crave.
As much as I loved this endearing moment with Eleanor, my length pulsed with need, and it was consuming my every thought.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” she muttered against me, pulling away to look me in the eyes.
I was put on this earth for one reason and I’m starting to think it was to do exactly that.
“Then bend over and spread your legs, Eleanor.”
She pushed off the chair and stood, walking toward my desk.
Clearly, she’d been thinking about how I would take her in my office as much as I had.
She lay down, bent at the waist. Eleanor looked so damn beautiful draped across my desk.
There was no way I’d ever be able to be in this room and work with my mind straight ever again.
Eleanor’s existence was ruining everything for me, but in the best way possible.
Desperate for release, I wasted no time lining up at her entrance and shoving my cock into her so hard the desk slid on the hardwood.
With each thrust, I pounded into her tight pussy, her walls tightened around my length again. Eleanor was so responsive, the way her body reacted in a way that was all for me.
“That’s right,” I moaned, slapping her ass as I fucked her from behind. “You take my cock so damn good, baby.”
A few thrusts and her tightness sent me spiraling over the end, my release filling her completely. I took a moment, regaining my composure, before I was able to pull out of her.
Eleanor went slack on my desk, her limbs hanging in exhaustion as she caught her breath. For good measure, I ran my finger between her legs and shoved inside, making sure every last drop of me stayed exactly where it belonged.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” she murmured, rolling onto her back before sitting up. Her legs dangled off the desk, swinging lazily, as if this moment—as if us—was something light and effortless.
Before gathering our clothes scattered across the room, I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips, savoring the warmth of her before pulling away with a quiet smile. As I turned, shaking my head, the truth settled deep in my chest.
I didn’t see how I’d ever get used to this either.
I handed her clothes to her before stepping into my boxers and jeans, tugging them up around my hips. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.
Eleanor paused, flipping her shirt right-side out before slipping it over her head. “For what? I feel like I should be saying that to you.”
I hesitated, swallowing against the lump forming in my throat. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that. Ever gone the extra mile to make sure I’d be okay. What you did, finding that information… I don’t know how I could ever…”
She shrugged, waving me off mid-sentence as if it wasn’t a big deal. Eleanor hopped off the desk and pulled her pants back on. “Don’t worry. You deserve it, Colton.” But when she said it, she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
With my shirt in hand, I tipped my head, studying her. Then, I reached out, catching her chin gently between my thumb and forefinger, guiding her gaze to mine.
An odd moment of severity came over me, the vulnerability pulsed in my heart, and I couldn’t help but share the one thing that had been on my mind, no matter what saying it would do.
“When this is all over,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, “don’t forget me. I don’t think I’d be able to handle it.”
Eleanor swallowed, her blue eyes turning glassy as if tears were threatening to fall. But instead, she cleared her throat, shook her head, and slipped from my grasp.
“You weren’t saying that when we first met,” she said, forcing a smile—back to the sharp, sassy woman who never let anything linger too long. “If I remember right, you even called me irritating and asked if I had any idea how annoying I was at one point.”
I huffed a laugh, following her lead, letting whatever had just passed between us fade into the space between words. “Well, both are still true.”
