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Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing grows heavier. "I want this, but—"
"No thinking, Cat. Just give in to your desire." I push my hand under her skirt, gliding it up until I reach her knickers. Then I slip my fingers under the silky fabric to feel the hairs there. "Say yes, darling. Say it now."
She gasps when I tease her mound with my fingertips. "Yes, Alex, yes."
I grasp her knickers, tear them off, and lift them to my face to inhale the scent of her cream.
Cat starts breathing even harder, and she curls her fingers over the lip of one shelf.
"No more talking." I stuff her knickers in my pocket. She watches with rapt attention as I open the condom packet, unzip my trousers, and cover myself. "Time to make you come for me, love."
I lift her skirt up to her waist and grasp her thigh to hook it around my hip. She lashes her arms around my neck.
And I thrust into her.
Her eyes drift half-closed while I take her body in a slow and steady rhythm, the heat of her enveloping my cock. She lets her head fall back against the shelves even as she digs her fingers into my shoulders and wraps her thigh around me even more tightly. I take care not to push too hard. Why am I holding back? She loves it when I fuck her hard and fast and make her come so fiercely that she can't even shout my name. So what if the shelves might topple backward and spill books everywhere? I won't stop until she screams my name so loudly that even the patrons on the top floor can hear it.
I grip the shelf above her head with both hands and pound into her over and over, barely aware of the shelving unit creaking and the slapping of our bodies crashing together. Cat lashes both legs around me now, and her mouth falls open as if she's struggling not to cry out. I seal my mouth over hers, then shove a hand under her top and inside her bra to flick my thumb over the nipple, swallowing her cry.
Several books tumble off the shelves.
What if a book hits Cat on the head? Even while I keep thrusting into her wildly, I summon enough mental acuity to notice a table nearby. I pause in my thrusting only long enough to stagger to that table and lay her down on it. Since my cock is still nestled inside her, I need only start pumping again. She wraps her entire body around me, her face mashed to my neck, and I pummel her so powerfully that my ears ring and breaths bluster out of me in time with my movements.
The table wobbles. Something cracks, but my brain barely registers the sound.
Her inner muscles contract around me in strong, sensuous waves, and her body curls inward. Though her mouth gapes open, she can't make any sound except for a tiny, strangled gasp. I grip the table's edge above her head and slam into her a few more times. Then I collapse on top of her, almost wheezing while I try to regain control of my lungs. "Bloody hell, Cat. That was—"
The table tips sideways, then collapses.
Luckily, I had pulled my hands away from the table's edge before the thing crumpled to the floor. But I spring to my knees and frantically scan Cat's body. "Are you hurt?"
She seems a bit dazed, but she pushes up on her elbows and blinks up at me. "No, I'm fine. Did we actually break the table?"
"It must have been fragile to start with. But yes, I, ah, think we did break it." I survey her again. "Are you sure you haven't injured yourself?"
"Yes, Alex, I'm positive."
Offering her my hands, I help her up while I get to my feet too. She glances down at my groin, and her lips kink into a sexy expression that makes my cock twitch. "We knocked down books and destroyed a table. I can honestly say no other man has ever shagged me like that."
"Good. I never want to be boring."
"Might want to zip up your trousers before someone shows up to find out what happened down here."
Oh, that's why she stared at my cock. I zip up, then toss the condom into a nearby rubbish bin. "I might have just given you false expectations. I can't reasonably fuck you this way all the time, though I'd love to try."
She glances back at the table. "Aye, ye might have trouble topping this."
"Next time, I suppose I'll need to knock down an entire building to impress you."
Cat grasps my shirt and pulls me close. "Thank you for my anniversary gift."
I glance at the shelves and realize the rose I'd given her lies crushed under a large book. "Afraid your gift is now headed for the compost heap."
"That's not the gift I meant." She rubs her nose against mine. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. Thank you for being you, Alex."
What am I meant to say in response? She thinks I'm a gift. Catriona has given me more than I could ever explain, though I know I will never tell her that. I can't. Well, that's not quite true. I could, but I won't. Speaking the words feels like the most dangerous thing I could ever do. But in my thoughts, I can admit to the truth.
I am in love with Catriona MacTaggart.
