Page 8 of Matrimonial Merger

“What? You want me to stop, princess?”

“The couch?—”

“Fuck the goddamn couch, Daphne. I want to hear you scream my name.”

I gave over as he continued lapping me up—unbothered by what might happen to the couch.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his fingers found the best spot. “Yes, Cal! Right?—”

I didn’t finish my sentence, too far gone. My thighs twitched on his shoulders as I gave over to the earth shattering that followed. It took over my body. Tingles overcame me. It was like the best fireworks show, the sweetest ending.

“God, I love you,” I panted as his eyes met mine again.

“Yeah? You like that?”

“It was so fucking good, baby,” I moaned.

“Good, get on your hands and knees.”

In the reflection of the windows, looking out over the skyline, I watched Cal take me from behind—both of us stillmostlydressed. It was impatient, desperate fucking. But I loved the way he loved me—even as he lusted for me.

“God, you feel so fucking good, Daphne,” Cal gasped. “I wanted you all night.”

“Why?” I moaned.

“Because thinking impure thoughts about you while I talk politics is my favorite hobby. Especially when you look good enough to eat.”

“And did you get what you wanted?”

“You were more than a snack,” Cal answered, speeding up. He reached the most precious spot again—sending me far over the edge.

“Oh, fuck me, Cal! Fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck me!”

“Are you summing for me, princess?” Cal demanded.

“Yes, baby, ye—” I screamed, unable to fight the feeling overwhelming me once more. I fell forward, hanging over the arm of the sofa, out of breath in the best way.

“Good girl, Daphne. Very good girl,” Cal said.

It brought him over the edge, too. With one last thrust and a low, “Oh, fuck,” he reached his own climax.

Hands digging into my hips, he panted and came down.

I looked back, a grin spreading on my face.

He mirrored my expression, spanking my ass. “You are a trip, Miss Delphine.”

Cal

Daphne slept through my morning wakeup. I headed to the gym for a morning tennis lesson while she dozed. I hoped this morning would be an easier one for her. I didn’t want to leave my warm, comfortable bed, but I had a long day ahead of me—an important one—and there was no rest for the wicked.

By the time I made it to the office, I was on my second cup of coffee, desperately trying to tell myself I was awake.

“Oh good, you’re dressed down,” Jo said, stopping in with the morning schedule. “Ready to pack gift bags?”

“Yes,” I said. “I am.”

“You don’t sound like it. What was the sudden change of heart?”

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