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The cold air of my bedroom speared my burning core when Anthony peeled back my shorts, and he sucked in a sharp whistle of a breath. Falling limp against my floral pattern comforter, I struggled to breathe as he jerked off my thin piece of clothes to nosedive for my apex.
Licking my slit from bottom to top, his groan turned my bones to jelly even as he grabbed my knees to throw my legs haphazardly over his shoulders.
“Fucking delicious—” Shivers attacked my spine, and Anthony sucked on my fold firmly as I writhed and spasmed beneath him. Panting harshly as pleasure skittered just under my skin, I rolled my hips against his mouth. My moans and whimpers echoed in my ears, and I tightened my thighs around his head as he reached around my leg to rub my clit with his thumb.
“I-
I’m g- gonn-n-n-a… gu- p-” Anthony shoved his tongue deep inside me as my high-pitched sputtering filled the room, and his groan was lost under my shriek of pleasure. Wiggling and scraping against my walls as I tightened around him, his thick tongue sent me spiraling into the abyss, and spasms and twitches assaulted my weak muscles.
“Shit, shit…” Licking me clean with broad strokes, Anthony’s retreat didn’t do anything to lessen the battering waves of release that slammed into me. His fingers rubbed my clit raw, circling and gyrating roughly, and black spots appeared in the red beyond my tightly shuttered lids. “Harder- harder, babe- ah, fuck…”
“Ch- cho- ha-a-a-h!” Anthony’s brutal assault didn’t falter even in the slightest as he grabbed the slender, straining column of my neck to squeeze down on my arteries. “Yes-s-s-s-s! Ye- yea-h…”
The thin stubble along his chin scraped my inner folds as he replaced fingertips with teeth, and I let out a choking squeal when he jammed his fingers deep into my channel. Curling and twisting, scissoring against my tight, quivering walls, Anthony’s fingertips jabbed that spot relentlessly that most other men couldn’t find. Blunt teeth clamped down on my clit, and I came undone with violent spasms.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, babe.” Anthony’s feral snarl only fueled the fire in me, but before his breath even left my dribbling, throbbing center, the baby monitor crackled to life.
Freezing, we both held our breath before Antonya’s little whines came faintly through the device. Slithering up my sweaty body, Anthony kissed my lips fiercely, and I mindlessly hugged him between my thighs. “—just not right now. Plus, you’re getting milk all over your bed.”
The jolt Anthony’s declaration shot to my heart pulled me violently from the red, lustful haze that filled my bedroom, and I lifted my head to look down as he untied my hands. Horror filled my chest at the torrents of breastmilk that flowed down either side of my soaking wet bra. Sitting up quickly, I twisted as he sat on my knees while Antonya’s fussing began in earnest in the background.
“Oh my God—” My torso was outlined by a thick line of darkened fabric where the comforter had gotten wet, and all of the fire I’d felt only moments ago surged to fill my face. Anthony’s laughter bounced off the walls and rang in my ears, and he shuffled off the bed to fasten his jean’s button.
“You should wash up and get Antonya—I’ll stick this in the washing machine.” Grabbing Anthony’s hand when he reached for the edge of the comforter, my fingers trembled slightly before his eyes met mine.
My question must’ve been written all over my face, because he leaned over to kiss my lips firmly, and I cupped his sharp cheek in my sweat-slicked palm. “She’ll go back to sleep in an hour. Just be patient, my cock-addicted baby momma.”
Snorting an incredulous laugh, I choked on air as a huge, shit-eating smirk stretched Anthony’s mouth, and I pushed myself away to scoot off the side of the bed.
“I’m not addicted to cock.” My hoarse grumble only earned me a disbelieving hum, and the woosh of Anthony pulling the drenched comforter off the bed sounded loudly in my ears as my heart rate returned to normal.
“We’ll see about that.” His certainty was overwhelming, and my ears burned in embarrassment as I snatched my shorts from the floor. “By the time I’m done with you, you won't even remember what another guy feels like.”
It’s a little late for that.
Chapter 18
Hailey
“Hailey, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Glancing up as George came waltzing into my cubical, I flashed him a smile even while my abdomen tightened against the edge of my desk. “I gotta say, though, I was relieved when you asked for the day off. I was starting to worry you were going to burn out… you know, working and being a mom and all that. It’s exhausting just thinking about it.”
“Yeah, I feel much better. I think I was just tired.” George nodded firmly, understanding flittering across his face, but I knew he couldn’t. He didn’t have kids… unless I counted the fact that his girlfriend is 20 years younger than him.
It was truly amazing what crazy stuff comes out after the first six months of working in a new office.
“Good, good. I just came in to check on you and let you know that Casey is printing out all of the stuff for the training seminar today. Let me know when you get them. Also, I was wondering if when you had some time, if you could go over those promotional candidates from the Portland branch and let me know what you think.”
Nodding as I wiggled my mouse around on its pad absently, pride wiggled into my chest when George beamed at me. He was a really good guy—very invested in his employees—and it was no wonder he was in charge of hiring and promotions. “Awesome. I’ll let you get to it, then, Hailey.”
“Okay.” Slipping out of my little, allocated space, George didn’t glance back at me in favor of waving at an intern as they passed each other. There were definitely worse people to work for, and relief mixed with pride behind my ribs.
George didn’t make a big deal about my leaving my workstation to pump, taking up space in the break room freezer, or if I took a longer lunch break. I always made sure not to take advantage of him, but that train of thought only brought Anthony’s image to my mind.
Guilt crawled up my throat as my computer screen blinked to life in front of me, and I leaned back in my chair to sigh heavily. Friday had been eye-opening for me, and I tapped my foot absently against the linoleum. I’d never stopped to think of how uncomfortable it must’ve been to sleep on the couch. He put up with so much these past three weeks, and I’d never realized it until it was right in front of me.
Sure, I worked a day job… but his whole mentality, his life, had been uprooted because of a simple decision to apologize to me about that night.
When I’d woken him up, I didn’t consider anything sexual would happen; a cuddle and a rest was all I expected. Anthony had flirted with me often, but I thought he was just trying to get past the awkward stage for Antonya’s benefit.
