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Seeing she was ready for him, he sank into her and pressed the weight of his body onto hers, burying his head in the crook of her neck.
She clawed her fingers down his back and rocked her hips into him, desperate to take him deeper. Her hands pressed into the flesh of his lower back, pulling him in even further, and he began to pump into her as though hovering on the edge of his self-control.
“Please, Rogan,” she cried into his ear. Her chest heaved with her labored breaths, and she clawed into him once more.
“Anything you want, I’ll do anything,” he responded, quickening his pace.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she moaned, meetings his thrusts as her hips ground further and further into him.
He grabbed another fistful of her hair and tugged gently.
“Ohhh.” A low moan escaped her throat once again.
He pounded into her, needing her, needing to give her everything he could give her, and she soaked him in, taking everything he had, still wanting more.
“I’m so close” she panted, “Oh, God, yes, I’m going to come.”
Knowing what she needed, he lifted up his torso and squeezed both nipples between his fingers, giving one more hard thrust, so deep inside her and holding it there.
He could feel her shattering around him, even without the string of cries as his name rolled from her lips while she rode wave after glorious wave of sensational pleasure.
When he sensed her coming back down, he gripped her body and pulled her up to straddle him. She sank down onto him and he snaked one arm around her back, one arm between them, and pressed his thumb to her ultra-sensitive and swollen clit.
It was so responsive to the pressure he applied, she almost came undone again right then and there. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body to his. She needed to feel him, needed him closer to her. She rode him hard, grinding into him until both of their cries melded together in synchronized release.
She kept her forehead pressed to his as their breathing slowed to a normal rate. Sweat glistened off each of their bodies, and Rogan slid a feather-soft caress down both of her arms, sending chills across her skin.
“I love you,” he told her, and it filled her heart with exactly what she needed. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you, too, so much.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her reddened lips that were swollen from the intensity he had shown just minutes before.
He took her left hand that still wore his ring, then looked up at her and smiled.
“Are you ready to let the world know you’re mine?”
TWENTY FOUR
Walking into the lounge at Rayner Technologies the following morning, Farren was surprised to see Rita unboxing a new, industrial-sized coffee machine.
“Wow, we actually got one?” Farren asked, walking past Cameron and Edith to get to the existing coffee pot to pour herself a cup.
Even though she and Rogan had been up half the night ‘making up,’ she had still gotten the best night of sleep she’d had in months. The thought entered her mind that maybe Gramma would be willing to keep Harley one night a month or something, just to give her a little respite to recharge once in a while. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it and especially how much she had needed the time with Rogan.
“Sugar, there ain’t much that boss of ours won’t deliver on if you know how to ask,” Rita said, winking, as a wide smile played across her face.
Edith scoffed under her breath, scowling, but said nothing as she sat leaned back in a chair
with one leg crossed over the other. The arm that wasn’t holding her own cup of coffee was crossed over her chest.
Farren didn’t bother faking a friendly look this time like she normally would. She just rolled her eyes for Edith’s benefit and ignored her.
“I hope it makes as good of a cup as this old thing. Maybe it’s just that I always need it so bad that it tastes so good, though,” Farren laughed, taking a sip. Then she set her cup down and crouched down to help Rita with the large contraption.
When Rita caught sight of Farren’s left hand, she froze, dropping everything she was doing and grabbed it. “Holy Blessed Mother of Jesus, would you look at that?” she breathed in a conspicuous show. Her eyes were the size of saucers and she slapped her free hand over her mouth and pulled Farren’s hand in close to get a good look at the beautiful engagement ring Farren now sported.
Farren beamed, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and happiness. The ring was so beautiful and so… her. Only a man who truly got her would know to get something so perfect. She couldn’t contain a delighted giggle.
