“I thought you’d like my organizational efficiency.” He expertly rolled the condom on with one hand while yanking her shorts to the side.
“You just keep getting sexier and sexier,” she said.
He lined up with her opening and gripped both hips with his hands. His fingers dug into the curves of her ass. “Hang on tight, baby. This is gonna be fast and hard.”
“Quit sweet-talking me.”
With one swift thrust, he buried himself in her.
Riley let out a scream that rivaled Sesame’s.
“That’s my girl,” he said, slowly withdrawing. He was so fucking hard, and she was so fucking wet. Nick gritted his teeth and tried to think about lawn mower deck heights when he drove back into her. But she was too tight, too welcoming. He couldn’t hold anything else in his head.
She dug her heels into his ass, urging him on.
“Baby, I need you to be fifty percent less sexy right now if you want me to last more than a half dozen pumps,” he warned.
But she was already quivering around him. “Slow down and I won’t show you my boobs for a week,” she threatened.
“That’s just mean,” he said.
She lasted six thrusts. He lasted six and a half. As soon as he felt Riley clamp down on him like a vise, he was a goner. His orgasm ripped through him, and he gave a triumphant shout as the pleasure they shared swelled and shattered.
It had never been this good with anyone else. They shared something amazing together. And not just the orgasms.
She went limp in his arms and dropped back onto her elbows on the desk. “Wow,” she panted.
“Yeah. Me too,” he agreed as his legs continued to tremble.
She held up a hand. “Go, team.”
He high-fived her and then collapsed on top of her. “Hey, Thorn?” he asked, listening to the thump of her heart under his ear.
“Yeah?”
“Since we’re being honest and everything. Do you really think my dimples are dumb?”
“No, but I’m accidentally throwing you a surprise party for your birthday.”
He lifted his head. “Seriously?”
She grinned and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s a long story, but too many people are invested now. I’ll make sure they keep it small. You probably won’t even know it’s happening.”
“The things I do for you, Riley Middle Name Unspecified Thorn,” he muttered.
“It’s really good to have you back,” she said, skimming her fingers over his bare shoulders. “So you’re definitely cleaning up in here tomorrow, right? I mean, I’m scared you’re going to start attracting wildlife with all the moldy pizza crusts in here.”
Nick chuckled against her. “Good to have you back too, Thorn.”
She was quiet for a few long beats, and just as he was debating between round two or carrying her up to bed, she poked him in the shoulder. “You didn’t shut the pocket door all the way, did you?”
“Fuck.”
23
12:29 p.m., Sunday, October 27
Riley finished putting the new wine glasses in the dishwasher and hit the Start button.
