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“You’re so beautiful,” I said as I watched her gorgeous face overtaken with pleasure, as her tits bounced.

Her movements were getting more erratic, and I reached up for her, pulling her down until she was over me, her breasts crushed to my chest.

My arm anchored over her lower back, holding her tightly against me as I thrust up into her.

Faster and faster, feeling her walls get tighter and tighter even as her face buried in my neck, and her moans met my ear.

“That’s it,” I hissed. “Come for me,” I demanded. “Squeeze my cock,” I added, feeling her pussy start to clench me over and over. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, thrusting harder and harder through her orgasm, then bucking deep as I came with her, the pleasure overtaking me completely.

Her weight fell onto me after, and there was nothing in the world I would rather do than have her against me. Every goddamn day for the rest of my life.

“Uh oh,” she mumbled when the doorbell rang. Then the dogs started to go ballistic from outside.

“I got it,” I said, patting her ass cheek, then rolling her off of me.

I rushed into the bathroom to lose the condom, then jerked my pants back up, and rushed downstairs.

“That’s enough,” I called as the dogs rushed inside to find the evil delivery guy who’d left our food on the front step.

I’d never been so grateful for contactless delivery as I was then.

By the time I was turning into the kitchen with the bag, Mari was coming down the stairs, still all pink and soft-eyed, but following her stomach toward the food.

She placed her mug down on the counter, taking a deep breath. “What did you order?” she asked as I grabbed some utensils.

“Got us each a breakfast platter. Scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausage, and bacon. Then a stack of pancakes to split,” I told her.

No surprise, we were both ravenous, eating with gusto to replenish our tanks.

I couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if this was what I had. A good woman, this woman, to wake up with, to roll around the sheets with, then share breakfast. To have her there when at night to share dinner, to curl up in bed with.

I was pretty sure I’d be more likely to leave work on time, wanting to spend as much time as possible with her.

“You should probably be getting dressed,” she said, sounding regretful as she glanced at the clock on the stove.

“Yeah,” I agreed, not even trying to suppress my sigh.

I’d never wanted to call out of work as much as I did right then. But I knew that was the precise reason I needed to go. For some distance.

This was complicated enough already.

I needed not to get any more wrapped up than I already felt.

I moved upstairs to get dressed before making my way back down, finding her standing in the kitchen, watching the dogs out in the yard again, looking like she belonged there.

“I have to head out,” I said, watching as she turned, her gaze moving over me.

She let out a dreamy sigh.

“Have I mentioned how much I like the suits?” she asked.

“You haven’t,” I said, my lips curving upward as she approached me, running her hand up my lapel.

“Well, I do,” she said, hands grabbing the sides of my jacket, and pulling me down for a kiss.

Long and lingering.

But she pulled away before my body could get too into it, and my mind would say ‘fuck it’ to work.

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