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“Get ahead as much as you want, Sunny, as long as you always let me catch up.”

I press my lips to hers, and she melts into me. Her hands fist my shirt as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

We moan at the same time.

I walk her back to her desk, pick her up, and set her on it. I spread her legs so I can bunch her dress up and place myself between them.

I reach between her thighs, but she pushes me back.

“I’m still working,” she says with a laugh and covers her mouth. “I can’t just ask for guests to give me a minute so I can go have sex in my office.”

“Sure you can,” I say and then move her panties to the side and slide a finger in. “Especially when you’re this wet.”

I lean in and pepper kisses to her cheek and down her neck. “Give me two minutes.”

“Two minutes?” she asks, and the disbelief is thick.

“Yes.”

She grabs her phone and then starts the timer.

“Clock’s ticking.”

I unbuckle my belt and jeans and have my dick in my hand in under ten seconds. I push her back to rest on her palms as I line myself up with her pussy.

She takes a breath as I slide into her.

Once I’m fully in, I pull back, and her gaze darkens. I’m taking something away from her, and she doesn’t like it.

So I slam back into her hard, grab her hips, and repeat it over and over. Her desk scratches against the floor as it moves. She reaches up to grab my shoulders, bringing her body closer to mine.

I glance at the phone.

I have thirty seconds, so I reach between us and brush my thumb over her clit, then I lean in, my lips right next to her ear. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock for me, Sunny.”

“Shit,” she cries out and does exactly what she’s told.

My release shoots through my body in tandem with hers.

After she catches her breath, she pauses the timer.

“That was longer than two minutes.”

“And well fucking worth it,” I say, kissing her one last time before I pull out and tuck myself into my pants.

I watch as Grace puts herself back together. She starts to leave, but I grab her hand and pull her in for just one more press of her lips to mine.

As I watch her go, the smile on her face is all I need to know.

Yeah, when we get married next week, there will be nothing fake about it.

Dinner is on the table, dessert is cooling on the counter (thank you, Brooke, for the delivery), and the new ring I bought Grace is in my pocket.

Now, all I need is for Grace to come home, where I can give her the proposal she deserves.

Fuck.

I’m doing it.