“Fuck!” I curl up off the desk, chin to chest, shuddering as I come for what feels like an eternity. I’m pure liquid heat, every nerve in my body singing.

When I collapse back against the crumpled mail, Galen beams at me, his chin slick. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you curse, Kara. What an honor.”

And he’s impossible, so infuriating sometimes, but I can’t address that right now because there are more pressing problems. An urgent concern.

“Fuck me.” Paper crinkles as I struggle to sit up, my movements still sluggish with pleasure. I tug at his shirt, his waistcoat, his collar. “Stand up and fuck me. Shoot, I can’t reach your belt.”

When Galen stands, he looms so much my chin tips back, my heart hammering. One strong hand rests on his belt buckle. “Are you sure? Someone could still walk in.”

“I don’t care.” I really don’t. I’m leaving this company anyway, right? Moving to a better position, yes, but also so that Galen and I have a chance at a real future. So the thought of someone walking in doesn’t bother me like it should; in fact—god help me—the thought sends more heat barreling through me like a wildfire. “I want you, Galen. Want you inside me.”

I don’t need to ask a third time.

My boss yanks his belt open; unbuttons his pants with deft fingers. Pulls out his hard length, the skin ruddy and moisture beading the tip.

Can cocks be handsome? Because it’s a very handsome cock, and it looks painfully, viciously hard.

“You haven’t done this before.” Galen states it as fact as he moves between my legs, even though I’ve never specifically told him that. But we’ve always been like this: communicating silently on our own private wavelength. The two of us against the world. “I’ll go slowly, but tell me if it hurts too much. What we just did should help.”

Yeah, yeah. I fix him with my sternest glare.

“Get inside me, Mr Onasis.”

There’s that grin again, and his cock nudges between my folds. He rubs it all the way up and down my slit, up and down, coating his shaft in slickness and teasing my clit. When he finally pauses at my entrance, my toes are curled behind his back and my stomach is tensed.

“Deep breath in.” I fill my lungs obediently, eyes locked on Galen’s. He smiles, so full of love, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “And exhale.”

As I breathe out, Galen presses forward, splitting me open.

Eight

Galen

Heaven. I’ve never been a religious man, but Kara’s pussy makes a compelling argument that heaven exists. She’s so tight and hot, so wet and needy, her inner muscles gripping at me and sucking me deeper.

“Alright?” I grit out, sweat beading on my spine beneath my shirt. Next time we do this, I want us both naked. Skin to skin. I squeeze her gorgeous, thick thighs, lifting them to wrap around my waist. “Kara?”