This is it. This is my moment.
"Wait," I gasp.
He stills, buried deep, breathing hard. "What?"
"You want to finish inside me?" I look at his reflection in the window, meeting his eyes. "You want to fill me up?"
His jaw clenches. "Yes."
"Then promise me the bookshop. Tomorrow. Three hours minimum."
Understanding flashes across his face. Then disbelief. Then something that might be admiration.
"You're negotiating. Right now? Like this."
I clench around him deliberately, and he groans. "Promise me, Adrian. Or I'll force you out."
"You wouldn't. You want to feel me as much as I want it."
He's not wrong, but I can be fucking stubborn, and this, right here, is what I have.
"I absolutely would." Another deliberate squeeze. "What's it going to be?"
He laughs. Actually laughs. It's dark and rough and filled with something that sounds almost like pride.
"You are a delight, my little wife." His hand tightens on my hip. "Fine. Tomorrow. The bookshop. Three hours. With security."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans down, mouth at my ear. "Now let me finish claiming you."
He starts moving again, harder than before, and I'm already building toward another orgasm. It's too much, too intense, but I don't want him to stop.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well. Letting me fill you up while you're already carrying my baby?—"
His primal talk pushes me over again. I come with a cry, and he follows immediately, groaning my name as he finishes inside me.
We stay like that for a moment. Both breathing hard. His body covering mine. Still joined.
Then he pulls out carefully, and I feel his release start to drip down my thigh.
"Don't move," he orders.
I hear him opening drawers, searching for something. Then he's back with tissues, cleaning me gently, almost reverently.
"You okay?" His voice is softer now. Careful.
"Yeah." I'm boneless. Exhausted. Satisfied in a way I haven't been since the gala. "I'm good."
He helps me sit up, pulls me against his chest. We're both still mostly naked, sitting on his desk surrounded by scattered papers.
"That was..." I don't have words.
"Effective," he supplies, and I can hear the amusement in his voice. "You learn fast."
"I didn't—it wasn't just strategy." I need him to know that. "I wanted this too."
"I know." He kisses my forehead. "That's what made itwork. You wanted me. But you were smart enough to use that want to get something you needed."
