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“God, Gemma. I’m in love with your cunt.” He curses before his warmth fills me.
I grab his face with my hands, and I kiss him. I want him to enjoy the moment the way he so desperately makes me enjoy mine.
We’re both breathless when we’re done, our foreheads touching. He slips out of me and holds on to my waist while my heels touch the ground.
I love that he can slip in and out of me without repercussions. I love that he didn’t mind coming inside of me without a condom on—unlike the first time we had sex. Being on birth control has its perks.
“I came in to check on you—see how you were holding up,” he says. His heart is beating so fast that I keep my palm against his chest while my other hand holds the back of his neck.
Possessiveness swims through my being.
I want to mark him as mine. I want all the girls at the office to know. That what we have can weather any storm.
I need his reassurance. And he also needs mine.
“This was much better.” I smile when I think I see that smirk of his.
We hold on to each other before his lips seal over mine again, his hand gently caressing my back, in comparison to his earlier touches.
I lock my arms around his head, bringing him closer. We stay motionless against each other, like we have no care in the world. Nowhere to be, no calls to make, no clients to appease. All thatmatters is the eventual collide of our lips, of our hearts exploding with rhythm, of our bodies flowing with lust.
When our lips part, he kisses my cheek, then lets his thumb finger it in the aftermath.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I pull my head back a few inches in astonishment.
“Don’t act so surprised, Gemma.”
I swallow. “I’m scaredI’lllose you.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t promise you a future.” He sighs, staring at the ceiling. “But I want you in my life. That’s all I know.”
My mind warns me to tread carefully, while my heart soars at his words, knowing this is his way of saying we’ll try to be together.
See what happens.
We release each other, and the absence of his touch hits me like a damaging wind. He bends to retrieve my thong, shoving it in the pocket of his slacks.
“Back to work, Red. I don’t pay you to look fuckable.” He smacks my behind.
He kisses my jaw before walking toward the door, and I can’t help thinking how much happier he seems.
I start drafting the report midafternoon at my desk. I haven’t had lunch yet, and I know I’ll be here well into the evening.
“Lookie, lookie. I come bearing gifts,” Marie says with Gia in tow. “She was at the service desk when I came back from lunch—thought she looked like you.”
I smile at my sister. Scratch that—I’ll be here way later than I thought.
“I can’t believe you have a twin. Huh. Cool.” Marie leaves us.
“So this is where the magic happens?” Gia looks around, impressed. Actually, it happens in the boardroom, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Can you grab lunch? I texted you. I was shopping for baby supplies.”
“Yeah, of course. Give me a second. Sit.” I gesture to the chair.
I knock on Damon’s door and close it behind me. “My sister’s here, so we’re heading out for lunch.”
