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He inserted a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster as she begged for more. He added another finger, stretching her as he continued to tease her clit with his thumb.
She came with a cry, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. When she finally came down from her high, she looked up at him with a dazed expression, her eyes glazed with desire.
He shifted, now kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs—his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When his face was between her legs, she spread her limbs wider, allowing him to feast on her.
Colton’s breath hitched as his eyes locked on her wet pussy, and in reality, his thick, hard cock was throbbing with need in response. He stroked himself faster, the vigorous rub reflecting his excitement as he imagined himself leaning down, his tongue darting out to taste her, his lips kissing her gently. He imagined her crying out at the feel of his hot tongue against her pussy, her body shaking in pleasure.
Once he had thoroughly ravished her down there, he removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. He imagined Delcy’s eyes widening in wonder at the sight of him naked, her gaze lingering on his hardness that was throbbing for her.
Colton positioned himself over her, and with his erection pressing against her entrance, he kissed her again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as he drove into her in one smooth move. He imagined she’d be tight, hot, and wet, her inside lovingly embracing him in all its silkiness.
In reality, Colton groaned in pleasure while in his fantasy he bottomed out, his and Delcy’s bodies joined together in the most intimate way possible.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her, and Delcy wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on. Their bodies moved as one, their rhythm frantic and desperate. Colton could feel his release building, his cock stiff and hot in his hand.
In his imagination, Colton reached his hand down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Delcy cried out in response, her body tensing as she came again, her orgasm milking his cock as he thrust inside her one last time.
Colton groaned as he came in reality at the same time his seed spilled inside Delcy in his fantasy, their bodies shuddering in ecstasy.
Once he came down from his high, Colton stared up at the ceiling in the darkness, feeling a sense of contentment, at least for a little while. As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought was of Delcy.
* * *
Good morning. I hope you have a wonderful day, too. Colton stared at the words on the phone screen, a digital echo of Delcy’s reply to him. He traced the curve of each letter with his eyes, seeking warmth in the cold light of his phone.
The clock ticked away, stealing seconds from him as he juggled conference calls, proposals, and reports. Sterling Enterprises buzzed around him like a hive in full swing. He could almost feel the collective pulse of the office—a rhythm interspersed by keystrokes and the clinking of coffee cups against desks.
In those fleeting moments between tasks, Colton's thumb hovered over the keypad. He yearned to craft another message, something witty or sweet, anything to continue their dialogue. But he hesitated, withdrawing his hand as if scorched by the very thought. The memory of their kiss lingered, its intensity a vivid blaze that still warmed his cheeks. They had only just started exploring this connection, caution was his ally against the risk of smothering it.
The door swung open, and Jaxon breezed in with a grin that could outshine the fluorescents overhead.
“Afternoon, brother. I took the liberty of ordering some coffee from Brewed Dreams,” he said, leaning against Colton's desk with an expectant look. “I figure we could use a little pick-me-up.”
Colton couldn't suppress a smile at the mention of their favorite coffee spot.
“Looking forward to it,” he said, allowing himself to feel a flicker of excitement at the prospect of seeing Delcy again.
The afternoon dragged on with an anticipation that was almost tangible. Each chime from the elevator doors made Colton lift his head in reflexive hope. When finally there came a knock on his office door signaling the arrival of their order, he straightened up with an eagerness that surprised him.
But instead of Delcy's familiar figure, a young man stood there holding a tray laden with coffee cups.
“Delivery for Sterling Enterprises,” he said cheerily. “Name's Jake.”
The disappointment was immediate and sharp, an unexpected guest at Colton's emotional feast. Jaxon echoed his sentiments with a furrowed brow and a shrug.
“Where's Delcy?” he asked before Colton could voice his own concern.
Jake shifted on his feet. “She, uh, had some other… commitments today,” he said with an apologetic tilt to his mouth.
As Jake set down their order and left, Colton grappled with the sense of loss over her absence. The coffee sat on his desk untouched for several moments as he replayed their last encounter—her lips on his in a silent car under the cover of night.
He sipped at the brew eventually. It was good but tasted less sweet without Delcy's presence there to accompany it. His mind spun stories without permission. Had he misread her enjoyment of their kiss? The warmth in her goodbye? Yet her text didn't read like someone who wanted distance.
Jaxon seemed to read Colton's mood and clapped him on the shoulder with an encouraging squeeze.
“Don't overthink it,” the brother said, lifting his own cup in a half toast. “She replied to our messages. That’s got to mean something.”
Colton nodded slowly; logic warred with emotion within him. Jaxon was right, one missed coffee delivery wasn't grounds for doubt about her feelings or their potential future together.
