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He took her hips in his strong hands and lifted her, guided her back down onto him, and buried himself into her orgasmic little cunt, reveling in the sound she made as she took him all the way in to the hilt.
The skin of her bare chest against his felt so amazing, the way her full breasts pressed into him, and he slid his hands over the bare skin of her ass as she began her own slow torment now. Fuck, she was driving him wild, and when she rose up to straighten her back as she drilled him into her, she mewled and moaned, taking her pleasure from him as she pleased.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growled, pumping into her. He moved his fingers to her lower lips and tormented her clit with one hand as he pressed one of her nipples between the fingers of his other. She moaned again, bringing one of her hands from his abs to cover the hand that pinched her nipple.
“You like that” he asked, breathless, and her response was just as breathless, a resounding yes.
“Rogan,” she breathed.
“Yes?”
“Make love to me, please,” she begged.
Then he sat up to meet her, bringing her closer to him as he continued thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside her. He brought his hands up to cup her face, and his lips worshiped hers.
“Baby, I am,” he answered her, sweet and sure, and it was her final undoing.
EPILOGUE
Rita came in, eyeing Farren suspiciously as Farren straightened her blouse and tried to smooth her hair that Rogan had just been combing his fingers through as he had given her a thorough lip lock before the knock at the door had sent them scattering like bugs.
“Okay, sir, I’m going to go check on that new mock-up that Mike sent over earlier. I’ll be in my office if you need me,” Farren said, hoping to hide the redness from the heat in her cheeks as she rushed out through the side door back to her own office.
Waddled would have probably been the more appropriate word choice, since she was only a week away from her due date. She was kind of huge if you asked her, though Rogan swore she was the tiniest thirty-nine-week-pregnant woman he had ever seen.
A few minutes later, Rita came in and closed the door behind her, giving Farren a cat-who-ate-the-canary expression. Farren shrunk in her chair, hoping it wouldn’t be as obvious as she figured it probably was, but she had a sinking feeling they had just been caught.
“Honey, I don’t know who y’all think you’re foolin’ around here. You two have hearts floating off of you when you’re in a room together,” Rita said, and Farren’s fears were confirmed.
“So you know?” Farren asked, cringing.
“Everyone knows, sugar. Y’all can give up this whole casual act. You two have got it bad, and I’ve never seen Mr. Rayner like this in all my years of working for him.” Rita leaned over and put her hand up to her mouth as if divulging a secret. “And that’s a lot of years.”
She stood, staring at Farren, her hands now resting on her hips. Farren sat quietly, and her face broke out in an ear-splitting smile. She thought they had been discreet, but all the sneaking around had apparently been for naught, she was learning, and she chuckled at the realization.
She worked through the morning and had plans for Shea to meet her here to go to lunch together at the bistro across the street later. A few minutes after noon, she got a call from Rita letting her know that Shea had arrived and was waiting in the front for her.
“Thanks, Rita. Tell her I’ll be right there,” she said through the phone. Then she grabbed her bag and went to her side door, poking her head through to let her gorgeous man know she’d be back in a bit.
He strolled over to kiss her before she left, and then she was on her way to the front, starving, of course, to meet up with her best friend.
As she walked into the lobby, a sharp pain in her stomach gripped her, and she dropped her belongings that went scattering to the floor.
Shea and Rita turned to look when they heard the commotion, just in time to see Farren grab her swollen belly and double over. She bent down to her knees as she tried to acclimate to the pain.
“Farren! Oh my God, are you okay?” Shea cried, rushing over to her. Rita wasn’t far behind.
When they got to her, they found her pants and the floor beneath her were soaked.
Farren laughed nervously while still wincing in pain. “Um, Shea, I don’t think I’m going to make it to lunch.”
Shea and Rita looked up at each other, mirroring each other’s wide-eyed shock and open mouths.
“Holy shit, Rayner!” Rita yelled, and her voice echoed through the hallway.
They could hear a door burst open with enough force to slam it against the door stop, and the pounding of Rogan’s footsteps sprinting down the hall to the front. When he came rounding the corner to the lobby, they saw the panic that filled his eyes.
He saw Farren doubled over on the floor.
