“I’m still coming,” she whimpered. He found her clitoris with his fingers and worked the swollen bud with tight circles as his semen slowly leaked out of her, slipping down her thighs.

They were both trembling through the aftershocks when he set her on her feet again. Her knees nearly buckled, then did when he slapped her on the ass hard.

“That’s for making me do this to you. For making me drag you out here instead of waiting to lay you down, instead of worshipping your sweet fucking tits with my mouth. Instead of fucking you in front of the fireplace with my hand in your hair. For making me wish I could be inside you always. For making me obsessed with the sound my hand makes on your ass. How am I supposed to ever be without this? How, Remi?”

Jesus. He was done coming. But he wasn’t done fucking her. Wasn’t done branding her from the inside. He just kept thrusting into her, as if he were trying to find a depth that made them feel like one instead of two.

“Then don’t,” she wheezed between thrusts.

He stopped, his cock buried to the hilt. “Don’t what?” His voice was steely.

“Don’t be without this. Don’t be without me.”

His hands closed around her hips hard enough to bruise. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying ask me to stay. Ask me to be yours.”

“You are mine.” His grip tightened, painful on her hips.

“It’s really hard to have a conversation like this,” she groaned.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Suddenly, he was no longer inside her. She whimpered at the loss.

“Hold on, baby,” Brick said grimly, setting her back on the ground and tugging her underwear into place. They immediately soaked through with his orgasm.

“Brick!”

He dragged her dress down. When she spun around on shaky legs, she found him tucking himself, still fully hard, into his pants.

“Did I say something—”

But he clamped a hand on her wrist. “Let’s go.”

“Go? Where?”

But he was yanking the door open and pushing her inside.

“Are you seriously making me go back inside with a quart of your semen collecting in my underwear?” she hissed.

He shoved her into the office, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Now. Say it again.” He prowled toward her.

The gleam in his eyes made Remi very nervous.

“I-I forget. We can talk about this some other time,” she decided.

But when she tried to slip past him, he merely picked her up and put her on his desk. He pulled the chair out and sat.

Her legs hung outside his own and forced her knees wider. His hands slid up her thighs, rubbing the tight muscles they found.

When his thumbs skimmed over the edges of her underwear, she began to tremble. Back and forth, up and down her thighs. Until she was almost relaxed. Until he reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out again. It lay there, thick and hard curving up against his stomach.