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“Emmett,” I groaned, clinging to him. “Oh shit…I’m so…Don’t stop.”

“Never, baby.” And he was true to his word, moving faster now. In and out, in and out, and then he was pressing into that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my walls as his thumb rubbed my clit. I fell apart, lost to the feeling of his magic fingers working me from every side.

“My good girl,” Emmett purred, and I was spinning into outer space, hardly able to think of anything more than the desperate need to get his cock inside me, his knot, his everything.

“Knot me,” I pleaded, grabbing on to his collar and pulling his lips down to mine as I writhed on his desk. “Now.”

He couldn’t answer. I was too busy claiming his mouth. But he didn’t need to. Instead, he slipped his fingers free, which made me quiver, and then the blunt head of his cock was at my entrance, swirling through my folds, rubbing my slick all over. I surged, hips jerking forward so that I nearly fell off the desk. But Emmett was right there, his hips spreading mine wide, then his erection sank home inside me right up to the knot.

“Ugh!” I clenched down again, my pussy gripping him. He was thick and wonderful, the feeling of his knot nudging farther and farther in until, with one purposeful thrust, it was inside me. “Emmett!”

He slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop, dragging out the sensations. I had my arms around his neck, and I hung from him as he wrapped one arm around me, the other planted on the desk. We kissed like it was more important than breathing, and I was already rushing toward another release.

Emmett’s knot swelled inside me, and I marveled at the way he filled me up, stretching me. It was so perfect, this wild, stolen moment that had started with cookies.

This is way better than dessert.

I met his thrusts with my own, our bodies creating this intricate yet raw dance of passion and need. I still couldn’t get over the fact that we were doing this on his desk. There was definitely going to be evidence of our fun left behind, and something about that thrilled me.

“You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock, princess. My perfect mate…” He stilled just long enough to look into my eyes, smiling through the lust. “All fucking mine.”

Emmett’s thrusts started up again in earnest, and I cried out into the empty office building. I prayed there was no one around cleaning up or something, but I also couldn’t find it in me to care much. This felt too damn good. I yanked Emmett to my mouth, kissing him hard before turning his head to the side to bury my teeth in his neck, the compulsion primal.

He growled in response, his knot pulsing inside me. It was enough to start the chain of events that’d been building. My pussy thrummed, rushing closer to the edge with each pound of Emmett’s hips. And he bit me right back, pulling free of me in this bestial way as he lifted my breast to his mouth and bit down on the top. It was indescribable, the way our bond magnified everything we were feeling, and as one, we tumbled over that edge into the best type of oblivion.

Still half-dressed, my panties shoved to the side so he could fuck me, Emmett and I came for what felt like years, the warmth of his release filling me up. Right there on his desk, we’d taken so much pleasure in each other, marking the surface as officially ours.

As we both came down, I couldn’t help but laugh, and Emmett shot his head up to cock a brow at me.

He didn’t hide his smirk. “What?”

“Well, I’ve never done that before, and I think it’s safe to say I’ll never be able to look at this desk the same way again.”

Emmett laughed, tucking a hair behind my ear. “No, definitely not. But it’ll provide even more motivation to work hard so that I can get back to you.”

I smiled. “Better than the cookies?”

Glancing over his shoulder, Emmett laughed. “Much better than cookies. But they’ll make the perfect after-knotting snack.”

Chapter 44

Summer

By the time Milo had finished his breakfast, my head was pounding.

“What do you say, sweet boy? Do you want to have a nap a little early, and I’ll join you?” I asked, cleaning the toast mush off his hands.

Even though my son couldn’t really communicate yet, I took his excited babbling as an enthusiastic yes.

Scooping him up, I made our way upstairs, ignoring the state of the kitchen—I could deal with that later.

My head was spinning slightly as I ascended the stairs. It was just my luck that I would get sick.

It was earlier than I would normally put him down for a nap, but my body was hurting, and I needed to rest, even if it was just for a few minutes.

We could have put him in his little playpen in the living room, but for some reason, I didn’t think of that in the moment.

“Mama is just going to lie down for a minute,” I said, placing him gently in his crib. “Then we can play.”