“Don’t lie to me, babygirl.” It wasn’t going to take long for me to come. With the buildup from the event and now thrusting against her pussy, I was almost there. “You want me. You want to please me. It’s okay to say it.”

She let out a moan as a particularly hard thrust hit her clit.

“I hate you, remember?” she said. “I’d never want you even if you were the last person on earth.”

“Yet here you are. Pussy weeping for me. Legs spread. Begging for me to fuck you. That sounds a lot like want.”

The sight of her under me was enough to send me reeling. Her naked body spread out in front of me like a feast. Her hair fanned out. Her mouth open wide, light moans falling from it.

I leaned forward, my lips one inch away from hers.

“And what about you?” she asked breathlessly. “You literally got on your knees for me.”

I let out a chuckle, thrusting faster.

“I’d never lie about how much I want you, Addi. From the beginning, since you walked into your father’s company in those little red pumps and short skirt, every time you bent over on purpose—don’t deny it—I knew I’d never be satisfied until I had you.”

Her gasp echoed through the room, and heat coiled in my belly.

“But you have,” she said.

“I have. I had you once,” I grunted out as my orgasm ran through me. White spurts of cum painted her stomach, and I gave into the urge to rub it into her skin. “And once would never fucking be enough.”

My admission heated the air around us. Her hands were at my shirt, clawing the fabric to force herself up. My hands went around her back, hiking her up against me, both of us unbothered about the mess we were making.

My cock was quickly forgotten as her arms twisted around my neck, the fingers of one hand tangling in my hair.

She leaned closer, our bodies flush against each other, our lips close enough to share a breath.

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, and somehow, I could feel hers moving at the same pace. Her eyes were on my lips, the promise clear.

“Kiss me, Addi.” The guttural need in my voice was undeniable. Forget fucking. I wanted her lips on mine. Wanted to know what her mouth really tasted like. How it felt when our tongues danced together.

I needed it more than air in that moment.

How I, Warren King, had been reduced to a moaning, begging fool at just the hope of a kiss was degrading. But I found myself not caring. Not while her hand ran through my hair. While her legs were around me. While her body was against mine.

She took a deep breath, her beautiful blue eyes meeting mine.