Page 119 of Snapshot

I expect him to buck his hips, trying to find his release, but instead, he cradles the back of my head gently, letting me barely wet his hard cock before he pulls away. “Spin around, baby.” He taps the edge of the desk.

After kicking off my thong that was dangling by my ankles, I swivel my legs around so I’m seated at the very edge of his desk. His entire demeanor has changed. There’s no playful smirk or dangerous smile. His brows aren’t pumping as he’s teasing me, withholding my relief. He looks drunk on desire, a man with one sole mission.

“You earned this one, baby. I’m going to make you come so hard.” Dex grabs my ankles and crosses them before hooking them over one shoulder. He buries into me, balls deep, in one rapid thrust.

The spot he touches feels like a detonation button. Something electric surges through me and I can’t even scream like I want to. I can’t find my dirty words to egg him on. My brain empties of everything. Dex’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he grinds into me in no hurry. Somewhere along the line, our kinky fucking turned into lovemaking. He sweetly kisses my ankles and calves, worshiping my body.

I win the race, trembling around him as I finally find my release. My orgasm is overwhelming and doesn’t dissipate. I’m wrapped up in the surge of pleasure for so long that Dex has time to clamp his hands around my thighs, holding them as they shake, feeling the powerful effect of his body on mine.

“How was that, Mrs. Hessler?”

“So good. So, so, good, Dex.”

“I want to hold you when I come.” He scoops me off the desk, carrying me to the couch. He sets me down before positioning himself with his ass at the edge of the sofa. Then, he guides meonto his lap to straddle him. I slide down on his soaked cock, covered with my orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans when he buries back inside me. “So wet for me. Like you belong to me.”

“I do.” I grind my hips against him so he’s touching that spot again. I flinch because it’s too sensitive. The pleasure is now a little painful too. “Finish, Dex. In me.”

He wraps me in a bear hug, pinning me against his chest, our sweaty, naked bodies melting into one. Bucking his hips like a madman, he roars in relief as he fills me. “Fuck, baby.” He slumps backward onto the sofa, pulling me backward with him. I try to climb off his lap, but he tightens his grip. “No, stay a minute.”

“Okay.” I rest my ear against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly calm. It’s just the sound of us breathing for what feels like hours. Too warm and comfortable we can’t move. Our breathing and heartbeats synchronize in silence until the office goes fuzzy and my eyelids grow too heavy.

I’m not sure who dozes off first. But eventually, the office disappears as a sweet, vivid dream replaces it...

I can almost feel the sunshine on my face as I look up at the blue sky. I’m lying in a hazy field of daisies. Dex lies right next to me, his large hand draped over my swollen belly.

“How about we name him Hayes?” Dex asks.

“As in Jacob Hayes?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I think Grandpa would’ve liked that.”

“Me too,” I murmur, placing my hand over his. “I love that. Baby Hayes.”

Dex

After pulling on my briefs and pants, I cover my naked, sleeping wife with my button-down shirt. I try to be gentle, but she stirs, her big brown eyes popping open.

“Time to go?” she asks.

“No, shhh. Rest, baby. I’m going to go grab some snacks from the breakroom and find you a blanket.”

She snuggles into my shirt. “Thank you.”

“Be right back.”

I remember that Grandma kept throws in her office. I leave Lennox behind to relax on the couch while I hunt down supplies. As I turn the corner, it’s clear from down the hallway that there’s already someone in Grandma’s office.That’s odd. Maintenance, maybe?

I push open the cracked door and am surprised to see Denny sitting behind Grandma’s old desk. Her legs are crossed, and she’s scowling as she stares out at the Miami skyline. With the sun just beginning to drop, the sunset glowing over the water line is stunning. How can she be looking at a view like that with such a miserable expression on her face?

“Hey, what’re you doing here? Meeting Lennox? She’s sleeping in my office.”

Slowly swiveling in the executive chair to face the door, she looks me up and down. “Since when are shirts optional in this office?”

“It’s a Saturday,” I say. “No one should be here.”

She gestures to herself with both hands. “And yet, here I am.” Her tone is very cool and clipped. “How’d the meeting go?”

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