“I’m offended, Meg.”
“Guess you can take it out on me,” she purred.
I rose and pressed her to me so she could feel the hot length of my cock against her hip. “I told you I’m fucking you over the desk. I’m going to take you hard too.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” She bent down, hands on the desk, and looked back over her shoulder at me, one eyebrow raised.
I slowly unzipped and rolled on a condom while she made horny, frustrated noises.
Meghan spread her legs for me, deliciously wet and open. I pushed into her pussy in one smooth glide. Meghan bowed over the desk, hair hanging down, poised and perfect.
“I love how tight you are,” I grunted, moving out and pushing back in, reveling in the hot feel of her around me, how she fluttered and tightened like she was trying to hold me in.
“Such a fucking sweet talker,” she said breathlessly.
I aimed my next thrust upward, bringing her up on her toes.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “That’s more like it.”
“You love my mouth.”
“Maybe, but right now I’m a bigger fan of your dick.”
I pulled out then pushed in her excruciatingly slow.
She moaned loudly. “I thought you said you were going to take me hard. Make me feel it.”
For once, I didn’t give her exactly what she wanted. Now that I had her exactly where I wanted her, I was determined to take my time—to draw this out as long as possible. Just in case.
As usual, Meghan figured out what I was up to right away with my steady, long thrusts. She moaned, getting into it, clinging around me and making me feel powerful and also as if I was at her mercy at the same time.
I reached around to cup her firm breasts in my hand, reveling in the feel of them, in the feel of her. I wanted this moment to last forever, but I couldn’t. My balls were drawing up, and I was close. Shifting gears, I pounded into her with short, sharp thrusts aimed to hit the spot inside she loved the most.
Meghan’s cries mingled with the slap of skin against skin and my own desperate pants. Her screams of pleasure echoed around the small office. I followed after, burying myself into her and loving every second of it.
“Did that satisfy all your fantasies?” Meg asked, voice slightly rough.
“No,” I said simply. “I love you. I love you so much. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you.” I needed her to say it back.
But she just looked up at me, wide-eyed, and said, “Oh!”
Crap.
65
Meghan
“He already said he wanted to marry you… so why are you so freaked out that he said he loves you?”
“This can’t work,” I told Kate as I paced around my apartment. “It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“You think everything’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“We don’t have anywhere to live.”
“Your sisters will be in college in three years, right? So just live separately until then,” Kate suggested, taking another slice of pizza.
“What about his brothers? I am not taking care of all of them,” I said forcefully.
