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  “Don’t… stop?” He pinched and pulled at her nipples, and her head fell forward, hitting the door with a thud as she tried to bite back a moan, succeeding only in forcing out the sound from the back of her throat. “Okay.” He wrapped an arm under her breasts and used his knee to nudge her legs apart. For all her protesting, her legs spread easily, and he stuck two fingers in his mouth before shoving them inside of her panties and expertly finding her clit, massaging it intently with the wet digits.

  “Come for me,” he murmured against her ear once she began grinding against his hand. “I need it.”

  He rubbed her until she was squirming in his arms and then dropped to his knees, pulling down her panties as he descended and pushing her legs as wide as they could go with her underwear as a restraint. He attacked her clit from behind, the different angle adding another level of sensation that made Seraph press her hot cheek against the cool door.

  “When are you going to stop pretending you don’t want this?”

  “I’m…ooh…not pretending,” she murmured breathlessly, fighting not to close her legs while succumbing to the climax that was determined to take her under. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I can’t.”

  “That’s too bad.” Damon’s voice was an even cadence that belied the havoc he was wreaking on her. “He sure as fuck wants you.”

  She panted. “Huh? What do you—I’m—this is wrong. Ah!” A shockwave rocked her and her body began to quake. “Soooo wrong,” she moaned.

  Licking a trail from the cuff of her ass cheek to the base of her spine, Damon slipped his thumb into her contracting folds and asked, “But how does it feel?”

  Her response was lost as her orgasm crested. She shot up on her tiptoes and cried out as she shook uncontrollably, gripping the doorknob to keep herself grounded. When her heels touched the floor, Damon stood and spun her around.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Right now.”

  Chest heaving and pussy grasping at air, trying like hell to latch on to something, Seraph tried one more tactic to derail this train.

  “What would your father say if he heard you say that to me?” Surely, her Uncle Louis would grab Damon by the scruff of his neck and shake some sense into him.

  Instead of answering, Damon dragged her across the room and pushed her face down on the couch with her ass hiked in the air.

  “I told Louis how much I want you, how badly I needed you, and you know what he said to me?” He pulled her panties completely off, tossing the constricting material dismissively.

  “What did he say?” She turned her head to watch as he then tugged his shirt over his head and pushed his pants down. A whimper oozed from her mouth as she took in his immaculate dick and the gorgeous body it was attached to. Those shoulders and the sprinkling of kinky hair across his chest; the steely, dark-brown rod jutting out from his hips. She swallowed hard and felt the muscles in her pussy clench in anticipation.

  “He said ‘If she’s anything like her mother, it’ll be the best pussy you’ve ever had’.”

  He licked his hand and pumped his dick once, twice, before climbing onto the couch behind her and lifting one of her legs to rest on the back of the couch.

  Shocked and disgusted by his response, but incredibly turned on by everything he’d already done to her, she gasped and closed her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

  “That’s too bad,” he said once more. “You know what I need, Seraph. Give it to me.”

  “What about what I need?” The question came out in a puff of air, and she moaned as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit, coating it with her juices.

  “And what is it that you need, Seraph, besides this dick inside of you as soon as possible?”

  “I—” She swallowed her misgivings. At this point, it was obvious what was about to happen, so fighting it was moot. “I need you to fuck me until I come so hard that I get cross-eyed. Fuck me until I grow hoarse from screaming. Give it to me so good that I’m walking with a limp tomorrow. This is completely insane and can only happen once, so I want you to make it count. Can you do that?”

  Rubbing a hand along her hips, butt, and thighs, making her shudder under his touch, he sank into her in one, smooth motion. Seraph shook her head, smushing her face into the seat cushions, not understanding how he could feel so good when everything about this was as wrong as two left shoes. Her back arched and it took a moment for her to catch her breath as he held still once he was as deep as he could go. Had she ever in her life felt as full as she did right this moment?

  Damon chuckled and the huskiness of his voice caused another full-body shake to run through her. “Only once, huh? Well, I can give you all of that and more…if you let me.”

  Then, he gripped her hips and started fucking her as if she’d unleashed a beast that had something to prove. He pistoned in and out of her, employing a stroke too fast for her to think straight, let alone breathe evenly. With her leg hiked up, every stroke of his dick hit a spot inside of her that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and inaudible gurgles spewing from her lips.

  “Do you know how good this pussy is?” Damon grunted, his fingers digging into her fleshy waist as he pulled her back against him, again and again, with each thrust, the lewd sound of their skin smacking together in her living room an erotic soundtrack to their movements. “So fucking amazing,” he groaned. “Shit. No wonder he was obsessed with you.”

  Gasping after a particularly hard thrust, Seraph asked, “Who…ah…was obsessed…oh…with me?”

  Instead of responding, Damon dipped his fingers in the creamy wet mess she’d made on his dick and reached around, finding her clit with his deft fingers. As he thrust back and forth, he circled the nub repeatedly until Seraph’s body tightened and she came all over his dick in a wet gush.

  “Shiiiiiit!” she cried, her hips jerking of their own accord as her core tightened around him.

  He didn’t give her much time to come down before he pulled out of her and grabbed her arm, attempting to make her stand up. When he let her go, her knees wobbled for a moment, and she dropped back down to the couch. Squatting in front of her, he ignored the dazed look on her face as she stared at his still-hard dick. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up until he could get a clear look at her eyes, smirking in the process.

  “Hmm. Not cross-eyed yet, I see. Let’s go.”

  Seraph sucked in a breath as he lifted her into his arms and started down the hallway. She directed him to her bedroom where he deposited her on the bed before pushing her back and crawling in between her thighs until he was face-to-face with her glistening, swollen folds. He gave her a quick glance, and the gleam in his eye shortened her breath.

  What in the hell had she agreed to?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Work Husband

  It hadn’t taken Seraph very long to understand why Damon had chuckled after she’d told him they could only have sex once. He didn’t leave her apartment until he had wrested every orgasm he could from her and she lay boneless and unconscious across her bed. When she finally awoke the next day, it was early afternoon, and she was pleased to be deliciously sore and still a bit unstable on her legs. If she was going to backstroke her way into some sin, at least it had been worth it.

  Thankfully, it was a Sunday, and she was able to soak in the tub with some Epsom salts before calling to schedule a last-minute massage at Kneaded with her favorite therapist. Luckily, Shana’s evening appointment had canceled and she was able to take Seraph for a seventy-five-minute session instead of their usual fifty.

  The next day, she bounced into work in a good mood, smiling and waving, as she passed through the lobby to get to the elevators. The people inside held the door for her and even complimented her on her hair. Her twists were still holding despite the way Damon had wrapped them around his hand as he fucked her from the back two days prior.

  Gina—her boss for seven of the last twelve years she’d been with the company—stopped by to congra
tulate her on a terrific quarter, and when the mail cart came around, there was nothing for her. The day was progressing splendidly. Seraph had kicked off her shoes and was singing along to the soft music playing on her phone as she worked through her emails when the door to her office opened suddenly. Startled, she clutched at her chest, her eyes widening in surprise, as Damon entered the room and closed the door behind him. She didn’t miss how he locked the door, and the action made her stomach clench. Her eyes flew to his face.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Walking toward her, he started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “It’s lunchtime.”

  Glancing at the clock in the bottom right corner of her computer monitor, Seraph noted that it was just after noon. It had been a couple of weeks since they’d gone to lunch together, but in light of recent developments, she thought it best to forgo them for a while.

  “I can’t get away right now. These emails are calling my name, and I can’t ignore that for even an hour. Besides, we should probably chill on the—” Damon had rounded her desk and rolled her seat back, putting a stop to her words immediately. Heart thumping, she gripped the arms of her chair.

  “Damon, what the hell are you doing?!”

  He eyed her and tossed his tie over his shoulder. “I already told you.”

  She was shaking her head before he could even finish the sentence. Nah. He couldn’t be implying what it sounded like.

  Except…apparently, he was.

  He pulled her out of her chair and spun her around to face her desk then tugged at the leg of her slacks until the elastic waistband slid down her hips and the material gathered at her knees. Hand at her back, he ignored her continued questions and pushed her forward until her chest rested on the desk. Next, he sat in the chair he’d just removed her from and spread her cheeks with his hands before diving, tongue first, into her pussy.

  He licked and slurped noisily, seemingly unconcerned that it was the middle of the day and they were in a very crowded office building with only one door separating them from the rest of Seraph’s department. Seraph stretched her arms on either side of her and gripped the edges of her glass desk as she held on for dear life while he feasted on her flesh. When he added his fingers to the party, slipping and sliding through her folds before finding her clit between her still clenched thighs, her body began to quake. She jerked in his hold, reflexively trying to run from the sensations he was commanding from inside of her.

  “Why now?” she managed to ask, grunting the words out as the desk bit into her stomach. There was more to the question, but her voice failed her. Why at this moment? Why at work? Why in her office? Why?

  He pulled his tongue from inside of her, and she wasn’t sure if she was angrier at him for stopping or herself for asking a question that required his mouth to answer.

  “I can’t even think straight if my face isn’t between your legs. Don’t deny me this.”

  His words triggered something inside of her, and before she knew it, she was coming. Heat flooded her body, and the stiff points of her nipples pressed into the desk as her orgasm washed over her. She panted and gasped and whisper-shouted curses, working overtime to keep her voice from being heard on the other side of the door that just wasn’t built to contain these kinds of sounds. As the waves subsided, she released the edges of the desk and slid her palms against the top, thinking she was about to get up, but the head of Damon’s dick at her entrance made her moan and collapse back into position.

  “Damon,” she whined, “I thought we said we’d only do this once.”

  He pushed inside of her, chunks of her ass clenched between each of his palms. He groaned and landed a sharp slap to one of her cheeks. “I never said that shit. That was all you.”

  “It’s…shit…the right thing to do.”

  She felt several of her twists lift from her shoulders as Damon wrapped them around his fist like boxer’s tape. “The right thing for you to do is to take this dick.”

  He didn’t really leave her any choice as he pulled her hair with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other as he began thrusting into her without preamble. Her eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to his instruction. With her chest rising off of the desk and her neck bent backward, she rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, trying to give as good as she was getting.

  A rough chuckle alerted her that Damon figured out what she was doing. Instead of responding, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and suddenly, she felt the disarming sensation of falling before she landed in his lap, still connected to him, and realized that he had sat down in her chair.

  “You wanted to work,” he husked, “so work.”

  No additional were needed. Seraph gripped the arms of her chair and wound her hips over him, grinding in his lap so that every rotation made the head of his dick scrape against a spot inside of her that her had hissing and moaning above him. With her in the driver’s seat, solely focused on her own release, it didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to rise up her body again. She trembled as another orgasm surged toward her, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated.

  “Yeah,” Damon murmured appreciatively as his hand trailed up her body, under her blouse, until he was cupping her breasts over her bra. “Give me that nut. I fucking need that shit.” He thumbed her hardened nipples through the thin material, and her head fell back against his shoulder, the added effect too much for her to handle. Biting her lip, she stilled in his lap and groaned as she came once again.

  He lifted her off his dick and pushed her chest back onto the desk, and before Seraph had a moment to anticipate his next move, she felt several splashes of hot come land on her bare ass. Without moving from her position on the desk, she flailed her hand around until she reached the top drawer on her desk and pulled it open. She rummaged around until her fingers closed over a package of tissues, but as she tried to awkwardly bend her arm and pull it toward her, it was plucked out of her hand. The sound of the perforation being broken open was loud in the quiet room. She held her breath as Damon wiped all traces of his spend from her skin before gasping when his tongue touched the curve of her cheek in an open-mouthed kiss. He tugged her slacks and underwear back up and stood back when she straightened and turned to face him.

  Grabbing her chin, he tilted her head up until they were eye-to-eye. “Next time, I’mma feed it to you.”

  Her eyes closed and she shuddered at the promise in his voice. His hand fell from her face, and when she opened her eyes, he was opening the door and walking out. Leaning against her desk, she readjusted her panties and slacks and made sure her boobs weren’t hanging out of her bra.

  Not even two minutes after Damon walked out of her office there was a sharp knock on her door. She hurried back across the room, swiping at her pant legs, praying there were no stains on them and pulled open the door to reveal Vanessa and Sierra standing there with twin grins on their faces. She hadn’t been expecting them, but it wasn’t unusual for the two of them to pop up on her and pull her away from her computer for a long lunch. Twyla didn’t have the freedom to join in, and it was something she always pouted about when they discussed it later. Stepping aside, Seraph let her friends inside her office and self-consciously tugged at the hem of her blouse while their backs were to her.

  “Was that Damon we just saw leaving your office?”

  “Oh? Yeah, probably. He stopped by to invite me to lunch, but I have too much work to do.”

  Sierra eyed her shrewdly. “Mmmhm. That’s weird because he was adjusting his tie and buttoning his cufflinks. Did he take all of that off to ask you to lunch?”

  “Mmhmm,” Vanessa cosigned.

  Reaching up, Seraph tugged the loose elastic out of her twists and fixed her ruined ponytail. “He was probably fixing that stuff because it was a mess after the afternoon delight he’d had.”

  Vanessa’s mouth dropped open, and Sierra jumped out of her chair.

  “Afternoon delight?? Bitch, are you saying what I think you�
��re saying?”

  Folding her arms across her chest, Vanessa smirked. “It sounds like she’s saying she just gave Damon some pussy for lunch.”

  Seraph covered her face with her hands and shook her head as she laughed. “He definitely ate, so I guess you would be right, Nessa.”

  Both women squealed, and Seraph rolled her eyes playfully. She hadn’t known how they would react to the news, but she had planned to err on the side of caution and withhold all information until she had forgotten the memory of Damon’s dick inside of her. With her plans promptly ruined, she had to say that she was relieved that things seemed to be okay so far.

  “How long has this been going on, and why are we just finding out?!”

  “It’s not like that, Nessa. This is technically the second time. The first was on Saturday. I haven’t been holding out on y’all.”

  “Saturday! The second time?!” Sierra’s exclamation was punctuated by her fanning herself comically.

  “And at work too,” Vanessa added. “So scandalous!”

  Seraph rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she chuckled. “I’m still wrapping my mind around the fact that I’ve fucked Damon; I haven’t even processed the office sex yet.”

  Vanessa shrugged. “As soon as Damon came back from Dallas, looking grown-man-fine and eying you like the last biscuit on the plate, I knew you two motherfuckers would be kissin’ cousins one day.”

  Seraph shrieked with laughter and covered her face again. “Welp,” she said through the gaps in her fingers, “just put a bottle of moonshine in my hand and called me a hillbilly.”

  “Nah,” Vanessa countered. “I’ll put a crown on you and call you a royal. They’re the ones regularly fucking their cousins, all in the name of purity of race or some inane shit.”

  They all laughed and Seraph swept her eyes back and forth between her two friends. They may have joked about her being with Damon once every blue moon, but their lack of…disgust was really throwing her for a loop.

  “Y’all are seriously okay with this?”