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Not to mention that it’s worth maintaining a relationship with him just to see his eyes light up when he sees his granddaughters. I can see he wants to stay on the straight and narrow for them. He’s working hard to keep my trust, along with Brock’s respect. And he’s doing so well at it.
I take my daughters’ hands as we walk up the steps to the library. The girls are soon running ahead of me up to the main doors, greeting the person at the information desk politely as they wait for me to catch up. I sigh deeply as I finally crest the stairs. You’d think I’d be used to getting a little out of breath because of pregnancy after two kids, but alas, every pregnancy is both different and the same. This specific baby loves to tire me out, and I’m sure they’ll do the same once they’re born.
One of the regulars compliments my witch costume as I walk to the reading circle and sit down in the rocking chair at the front of it. After a few minutes and a lot of excited squeals, I get started on reading the book I’ve picked out for the day—a cute story about a little witch and the adventure she goes on with her cat.
By the end, the kids, mine included, are all getting antsy, but they all clap enthusiastically and ask for another story almost immediately.
“You’ll have to come next week for the next story,” I smile at them.
As soon as I dismiss the children, I look up to see that my husband, Brock, is standing at the back of the reading circle, looking decadent in his well-tailored suit. He’s got that sly, playful look I know so well and love so much.
“Yes, sir?” I smirk, standing carefully. “Can I help you?”
His lips curl in a mischievous grin and he slips a hand around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. Without a word, he pulls me toward the hallway my office is down and closes the door behind him before adjusting the shades to block the view from my window out to the hallway.
I raise an eyebrow at him as he approaches.
“My assistant’s watching the girls, don’t worry,” he assures me.
“Oh?” I say to him, running a hand up the front of his suit to adjust his tie. “Are you paying her overtime to work on a Sunday?” I pull gently on his tie, making him step between my legs as I sit on my desk.
“Triple time, actually,” he says, pulling me close as he meets my lips with his own.
He yanks me close, our bodies colliding deliciously. I gasp, never getting tired of the hard feel of him against me. He has strands of silver at his temples now, plus a few more crinkles around his eyes, but to me, he’s never looked better.
I sigh and pretend to push at his chest. “Paying your assistant to babysit while you romance me in my own office?”
I try not to giggle as he grips me tighter, his cock pulsing against my dress’s skirt. Ever since I donned the first costume to make the weeks of a few kids feel a little more special, he’s gotten more and more wild at the sight of me in the different outfits and gowns. I know for a fact that he particularly loves this witch costume because of the striped thigh-high stockings I wear with it, complete with a little garter to hold them up and everything.
In fact, he’s already reaching down, gathering my long skirt in his hands and pulling it up to reveal the stockings.
I wriggle in his arms, my fingers tightening their grip on his suit as my panties dampen with his touches.
“You did the same when you asked Liv to babysit a few Saturdays ago so you could interrupt my meeting with the London office,” he tells me, his grin making his eyes glint mischievously. “I’m just paying back the favor Mrs. Harlow. Take you right here on your desk.” He draws my hand down to his bulge. “Show you what it’s like to get fucked when you’re trying to work.”
I finally break down into giggles, in spite of how hot this all is. The laugh turns into a gasp when he gets his fingers between my legs and plunges them inside me. He pushes deeper with a groan, already eager to move past the foreplay.
“Still as tight and wet as the first time I made you mine,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.
I melt against him, my hips moving as he slides his fingers in and out of my body. His erection strains against his suit pants, desperate for relief. I drag him toward me until I can feel the outline of his hardness at my center.
Never once breaking his searing kiss, he reaches behind me to sweep on top of my desk aside. He gently lays me out on the cleared surface, throwing my skirt up and dropping between my legs to nuzzle me through my panties.
“You’re dripping wet for me, baby,” he says. “Admit it, you love this.”
“Of course I love it,” I say, gasping as he shoves my panties aside and swipes his tongue across my swollen clit. I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. I swear, pregnancy makes me more sensitive, but I’ll never complain about it. I can only hope the soothing chamber music we keep piped into the main library covers the sounds that Brock keeps dragging out of me.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “You look so good like this. Spread out for me, swollen with my child. I’ll never get enough of you.”
The first orgasm wracks through me, making me grab at his hair. He keeps going, driving me over the edge until I clamp my legs around his head and have to bite down on my costume’s sleeve to help me hold in the moans.
Even as I’m still pulsing, Brock stands and hurries to get his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. Pulling my hips forward so that my ass is at the very edge of my desk, he wraps my legs around his waist and plunges deep inside me without any warning.
With gasping groans, he pumps hard and fast until he comes, growling against my throat and collapsing against my chest, taking care to keep his weight off my belly.
“I love fucking you at work,” he sighs, kissing the side of my neck.
“Don’t get too used to it,” I warn. “We have to keep it special, you know?”
