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"The couple that makes the holiday all about them," I breathe through my nose. "It's Steve's first Christmas in Colorado and Brianna's first Christmas since the divorce. I want it to kind of be about them feeling comfortable."
"That's sweet of you," Brady gives me a goofy smile.
"It's hard," I admit. "Trying to give my daughter what she needs, but putting up healthy boundaries with Steve."
"If you need help putting up boundaries," Brady cups my cheek in his hand, "I'll help."
"What should I get your mom for Christmas?" I scruch my nose.
"Whatever you want," Brady chuckles. "She won't remember."
I playfully swat at Brady. "That was mean."
"You can get my mom whatever you'd like," he says seriously. "She really likes fluffy blankets. We have two closets full."
"I can do a fluffy blanket."
"I can't wait to spend the night with you," Brady sighs. "I haven't slept beside my wife since she became my wife."
I hitch a shoulder. "Two more nights. Then, I'm all yours."
My fingers unbuckle his belt as he raises an eyebrow at me.
"Izzy Thompson," hetsksme, "are you undressing me in my office right now."
I shake my head. "No, that's not my name."
"Izzy Cohen," he corrects, "are you undressing me in my office right now?"
I shrug as I work his zipper down. "Yes." There's a beat before I add, "Do you want me to stop?"
Brady shakes his head. "No. Never."
I tug his pants down, exposing his hard cock. I stroke him, watching as a bead of arousal spills from his tip. "You're so hard."
Brady's hands find my hips and he lifts me off the desk, setting me on my feet. When he turns me, I let out a surprised squeak. I inhale sharply as his thumbs hook around my black leggings and he yanks them down to my ankles.
"Bend over, Iz."
A delicious shiver runs down my spine as I bend over his desk. He pushes into me raw and bare. I swallow hard as he fills me completely.
"God, you feel so good," Brady moans.
My nails dig into the wood top as he pumps into me with hard, long strokes. Sex with Brady was always mind-numbing, but after nine years apart, it's electrifying.
He grips my hips in his hands, angling my ass higher so he can drive deeper into me.
"I'm going to..." I trail off as my cell phone starts ringing.
"Should I stop?" Brady grunts.
"No," I pant. "I'm so close."
Brady quickens his pace as I let out a tortured moan.
"Right there," I squeeze my eyes tight, my stomach coiling with pleasure.
"Come for me, Iz," Brady demands.
