She reached back and shut her laptop with one hand.
That was all the permission I needed.
I tugged her to her feet and turned her around, pulling her shorts down just enough to bare her. Her hands braced on the desk, ass tilted toward me like she’d been waiting for this all damn day. I dropped my jeans and lined myself up, then paused just long enough to grab her by the hair and make her look at me over her shoulder.
“I love you,” I said.
Her whole expression softened. “I love you too.”
And then I pushed in—slow, deep, a drag that made her whimper, her whole body bowing toward the desk. I stayed there for a second, just breathing with her. Just holding that moment between us. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, back arched into me like her body was trying to fuse with mine.
I bent over her, brushing my lips against her shoulder. “You okay?”
She nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
The sex was good—always had been. But it was this that ruined me. The stillness. The closeness. The weight of her against me and the feel of her wrapped around me like a home I hadn’t known I was searching for. She reached back with one hand, fingers brushing blindly against my hip.
I caught her hand and laced our fingers together, braced it on the small of her back, and started to move.
Her breath hitched every time I bottomed out, her legs shaking under her, her forehead dropping to the desk like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
“Jesus, Beau,” she whispered, voice ragged.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I murmured.
She let out a desperate little noise, all broken pride and breathless pleasure, and I knew she was close again. I reached around to press a hand low on her belly, holding her steady while I fucked her deeper, more focused, chasing every soft sound she gave me.
“I got you,” I said. “I’ve always got you.”
She came hard, her whole body trembling, and I barely made it a few more strokes before I followed—hips stuttering, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, every inch of me strung tight and coming undone inside her.
We stayed like that, breathing each other in, still joined, still clinging. The room was quiet except for the sound of our hearts slowing, the faint hum of her laptop still running on the desk. I didn’t want to move. Could’ve stayed inside her forever. My hands roamed her back, her hips, the dip of her waist like I had to re-learn her all over again, like I couldn’t quite believe she was real and mine and still here.
She made a soft noise, not quite a word, just a sigh of contentment.
“You okay?” I asked again, softer this time.
She nodded, and I felt her smile. “Think you scrambled my brain.”
“Good.”
I pressed a kiss to her spine and finally pulled back, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She turned, flushed and happy and laughing softly against my mouth.
“Hey,” she murmured. “I was thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
She smacked my chest. “I was thinking…maybe we stop pretending.”
I looked down at her.
She tapped the ring on her finger with a tiny smile. “Make it official.”
My throat went tight.
“Yeah?” I asked, voice rough.
“Yeah,” she said. “I mean…I think we already are. But maybe we say it out loud. Let the town know you’re stuck with me.”
