I sink all the way inside her, my pelvis aligned to hers. I pause. “Pull your knees to your chest.”
She does as I ask, and I sink impossibly deeper. “Fuck.”
“Oh!” she gasps. “So good. Move, Daniel. Please.”
I pull out and thrust deep. Long, slow strokes at first, savoring the drag of her walls around my cock. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising, her nails raking down my back.
“Harder,” she demands.
“Bossy.”
“You love it.”
“I love you.” I snap my hips forward, driving into her hard enough to make the headboard crack against the wall. “I love your smart mouth and your spreadsheets and the way you told Marlon Ennis you weren't finished.”
“I didn’t—ah!—I didn’t tell him to sit down.”
“You said it with your eyes.” I thrust again, grinding against her clit at the end of each stroke. “You said it with every document you slid across his desk. You said, ‘I’m not finished,’ and I almost came in my pants like a teenager.”
She’s laughing and moaning at the same time, her body arching beneath me. “That’s—oh, God—that’s the weirdest dirty talk I’ve ever heard.”
“Competence is sexy.” I shift my angle, and she keens. “Your competence makes me insane. Watching you work, watching you think, watching you win—” I pound into her, losing rhythm, losing control. “Makes me want to bend you over every flat surface in this house and show you what you do to me.”
“Promise?”
“Guarantee.”
I’m close. Too close. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight, every nerve ending screaming for release.
“Delaney—” I reach between us, find her clit, rub in tight circles. “I need you to come. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
“I'm close—” She gasps, writhing, her walls fluttering. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t?—”
She breaks apart with a scream, her whole body clenching around me like a vice. The sensation rips my orgasm from me, pleasure crashing through me in waves as I bury myself deep and let go.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing. The pounding of our hearts. Her body wrapped around mine.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest, and we lie tangled together in the wreckage of the sheets.
“Best celebration ever,” she murmurs against my chest.
“Beat the bank and your husband in one day.” I press a kiss to her hair. “Good Tuesday.”
She snorts. “I didn’t beat you. That implies competition.”
“You definitely won.”
“We both won.” She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. Her hair is a disaster. Her makeup is smeared. She’s never been more beautiful. “We won, Daniel. We actually won.”
“We held the line.” I trace the engagement ring nestled above the wedding band on her finger. The diamond catches the lamplight, throwing tiny rainbows across the ceiling. “Today, we held the line.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow we keep building.” I pull her back down against my chest. “But tonight, we celebrate.”
“I thought we just celebrated.”
“That was round one.”
