Page 146 of Sugar & Shadows

She cupped her swollen breasts, pinching her nipples, and my eyes glazed over.

Okay, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“You wet?” I asked.

“Soaked.”

“Good.” Growling, I grabbed her and spun her around to face the couch. I kicked her heeled feet wide and pushed her forward with a hand on her back. When she was bent over so that she was holding on to the back of the couch, I dropped to my knees and pushed that tight skirt up her thighs.

Just as I suspected. Garters. Fuck me.

Sitting back on my haunches, I brought my fist to my mouth and bit down.

This may have been the most erotic scene I’d ever witnessed. Sabrina, bent over the couch in the sugar shack, her skirt pushed up around her waist, garters, stockings and sky-high heels, was a fantasy I didn’t know I had until now.

“There’s one problem.” I dragged one finger along her black lace panties. The only barrier standing between me and what I needed.

“Take care of it,” she said, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.

The tiny strip of fabric between her thighs was soaked, her heat radiating through it.

With a quick pull, I tore them off, the sound echoing through the sugar shack. Then I stood.

“Fuck,” she moaned, “that was hot,” she said, wiggling her ass in the air.

“I’m just getting started.” Stroking her ass cheeks, I lined myself up.

I surged into her, my hands finding her hips and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. With each snap of my hips, I sank deeper, working myself inside her, savoring every moan.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, pushing back against me with each thrust. “Right there.”

I didn’t need encouragement to give my girl what she needed, though the desire dripping from her words turned me on. I kept it steady, reading her body’s cues, and was soon rewarded with the delicious clench of her pussy.

“That’s it,” I said, wrapping her ponytail around my fist. “Take what you need.”

She arched her back and shattered, gripping me so hard I saw stars. Despite how fervently I tried to hold on, tried to keep going, I quickly followed her over the cliff, letting loose and thrusting with abandon until I was completely spent.

We collapsed on the couch, and I pulled her to me.

“Fuck, I’m hot,” she said, swiping at the damp hair clinging to her sweaty face.

Heaving myself to one side, I dug into the cooler I’d stashed next to the couch, then handed her an ice-cold bottle of water.

“My hero,” she said, twisting the cap. She drank greedily, a droplet of cold water dripping down her chin and onto her naked chest.

I procured a second bottle, and we sat and drank, staring at the evaporator. Now that my head was clearing, all the thoughts that had been plaguing me earlier returned. Maple syrup, the town, the recall, the baby. And most of all, her.

Sabrina was something to me. Not just a colleague. Not just the mother of my child.

She was my person.

She put her head on my shoulder, and I exhaled, wishing I could bottle up this moment and keep it forever.

“Gabe?”

“Yeah,” I said, lazily sipping my water.

“Did you pack snacks?”