Page 111 of It Must Be Fate

“Fuck this,” Rogue grunts, leaning forward and pushing me off him. “I’m not going to last and I need inside you.”

I release him with an audiblepopand fall back onto my ass. His hand on my shoulder pushes me further still until I’m lying on the floor on my back, and then he’s on me.

His body drapes over mine as he pins me to the floor. One palm comes down next to my head as the other reaches down to part my legs. He doesn’t even bother to pull his trousers down further than right beneath his cock and suddenly he’s pressing against my entrance.

He finds my lips once more, tasting himself on my tongue and moaning with abandon as he pushes inside me.

The strangled noise that rips from his lips makes me smile against his mouth.

“How are you always this wet for me, sweetheart?”

I laugh softly and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He starts pumping and I arch into him, searching for deeper thrusts.

“Right there,” I pant.

“Yeah?” He thrusts again, a savage drive of his hips that moves me up the floor. “Here?”

“Mhmm,” I confirm, stars shooting behind my eyes when he hits that soft spot inside me.

His voice drips with arrogance as he does it again. And again. And again. “Like that?”

“Yes… yes… yes… Oh,god.” Pleasure coils, dark and delicious inside me, growing and burning until it feels like my entire body is on fire.

A violent shudder rips through him at my loud moans and his thrusts turn brutal. His hips slam into me, the sound of flesh against flesh resounding loudly in my office as both of us build towards an impossible climax.

“Tell me you love me,” I beg, my head thrown back in exquisite pleasure.

He growls, the sound angry. “If you have to ask then I’ve been failing as a husband.” He rolls onto his back and takes me with him so that I’m sitting on top of him with him buried impossibly deep inside me. I gasp. “I love you.” He drives up inside me, spearing me almost to my stomach. “I fuckingloveyou. Every waking moment of every day is consumed with thoughts of you.” He grunts, his words turning almost pained. “I don’t know how it’s possible that my obsession with you still gets stronger with every passing day.”

His frantic confession is all it takes. I come with a loud, throat-ripping cry. My legs shake uncontrollably, the muscles in revolt at the assault of pleasure hitting me. I’m still screaming my release and clamping down on him when he follows me over the edge with his own sounds of demented rapture. Rope after rope of his cum floods my walls as I slump over him, boneless.

His arms close around me and he holds me, his fingers drifting aimlessly over my lower back in a familiar caress. The companionable silence stretches for comfortably long minutes as we hold each other.

“Do you ever think about how close we came to never meeting or meaning anything to each other?” I ask him, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck. I listen to the reassuring beat of his heart against my right ear. “If Thayer hadn’t applied for the scholarship behind my back, if I hadn’tgone toBella’sat that exact time on that exact day, if we’d never gotten detention…”

He cups my cheek and looks down into my face. “No, sweetheart. I don’t.” He stares at me like he’s taking inventory of all my features to draw me from memory. “Meeting you wasn’t random chance, it was fate. I would always have found my way home to you eventually, no matter how long it took.”

A slow smile stretches across my face.

“Good answer, baby.”

I sigh happily and snuggle back into his throat, intent on spending at least the next few minutes enjoying the feel of my husband beneath me.

He almost immediately stirs.

“Shit. The kids.”

Startled, I sit up, eliciting a groan from him and shiver from myself when I drive back down his length. “What?”

“Your surprise. I swear, you’re lethal to me, Bell. I get distracted the moment I see you.” He lifts me off him with ease, tucks himself away and stands. Fishing my panties from his back pocket, he gets down on one knee and helps me put them back on. When he’s done, he grabs my hand and tugs me after him. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I ask as he throws the door to my office open and drags me down the hall.

Rachel isn’t at her desk, which means she mercifully must not have heard our rather enthusiastic floor gymnastics routine.

“You’ll see.”

Rogue doesn’t say anything else. He simply pulls me past rows of my employees who all smile at me. When he arrives in front of our largest conference room, he stops.

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