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How long have I been sitting here unresponsive?

“Ty? Are you okay?” Her worried eyes bore into mine. “What did the doctor say?”

“I’m fine. Better than fine,” I let out a dry laugh. “I don’t have cancer.”

“Oh my God that’s such great news,” she breathes out.

Wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug, I feel Sadie start to shake. I can’t tell if she’s laughing or crying, or what she’s doing until I feel wetness start to seep into my shirt.

“Hey,” I try to pull her back so that I can look at her, but she only buries her head into the crook of my neck and holds me tighter. “I promise I’m okay. I have some thyroid problem that I have to start taking medicine for, but that’s it.”

I don’t say what I’m thinking. I’m not dying. That I’ve been afraid I’m dying since before I went to the doctor.

“I’ve been so scared,” she sobs into my shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you.”

It both kills and elates me that she was so worried about me. I start to sway as best as I can on the stiff couch, trying to calm her, but in the process all my fears of what could have happened start to surface. Wetness wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

Will the fear of a reoccurrence ever go away?

I don’t even notice when Sadie sits up in my lap or when my own tears started to fall. It isn’t until her delicate fingers start to wipe away the moisture that’s coating my cheeks that I’m brought back to the here and now.

“Baby,” she kisses my lips chastely. “You’re okay.”

The only thing I can do is nod my head. The rock that was in my throat earlier is back and brought a few of its friends to take up residence, making it impossible for me to speak.

“Okay,” she says softly, nodding her head. She stands from my lap and when I start to pull her back to me, Sadie maneuverers me until I’m lying on the couch where she promptly joins me by placing her body on top of mine and wrapping her little arms around me.

We lay like that for minutes, hours, days. I don’t know how long, but the entire time, Sadie never lets go of me.

The only thing I know is I need to marry this woman.

The tips of my fingers inch up her thighs until they’re met with the hem of her sexy as fuck short skirt. I slide up her skirt until the globes of her ass cheeks meet my hands where I squeeze and knead their firm flesh.

Slowly, Sadie sits up and starts rocking against my growing erection. I bunch her skirt around her waist, pulling her panties to the side so that my thumb can start to slowly circle her clit.

She rocks against me faster until I’m afraid I’m going to cum in my pants and grip her waist. “I need to cum deep inside of you, not in my pants like a teenager.”

Without saying a word, she rises to her knees and starts to deftly unbuckle my belt. In a matter of seconds, she has my cock in her tiny, soft hands, stroking me once, twice before gliding it through her slick folds.

I can’t stop the moan that grows from deep in the pit of my stomach as she coats my cock with her juices. With my dick at her entrance, Sadie takes me painstakingly slow, inch by inch. I let her set the pace. After today and everything we’ve been through, I want to savor the moment and going by her movements, she feels the same way. Taking pleasure in the fact that Sadie loves me. Worshipping the woman in my arms.

When I feel her walls start to pulse around me, my body starts to tingle from my scalp all the way down to my clenched toes. Before I can silence her with a kiss, Sadie calls out my name in a loud moan of pleasure. I stiffen, seizing her hips in my grip as I release inside of her. When every ounce of me has been milked from her tight pussy, I pull her down in a searing kiss. Hot, desperate, and most of all, I can feel her love for me.

Sadie pants against my waiting mouth when we break apart for air. I plant kisses on every inch that my lips can reach. My hands smooth over the silky ivory skin of her back, arms, and ass.

Burying her head in my shoulder, Sadie starts shaking with laughter. What the hell?

Only minutes before we’d been in the throes of passion and now, she can’t stop laughing. When she hasn’t stopped for over a minute, I’m dying to know what’s so funny.

“Sadie?” I ask tentatively, pausing one hand at the nape of her neck and the other at her hip. When her laughter turns into fits of giggles, I’m lost.

“I’m sorry,” she sputters out, struggling to sit up from laughing so intensely. “I’m sorry. It’s just one of those times…” she laughs into her arm. “When you can’t stop.” A bark of laughter escapes her clenched lips. “And the more you try the more you laugh.”

That’s easy to see, but I don’t knowwhyshe’s laughing like a mad lady. With each brush of her backside against my semi-erect cock, I’m starting to get hard again. I’ll happily take her again in her… oh shit. We’re in her office. We’ve been in her office for who knows how long. Hours? And just made love like we were in the privacy of our own home.

Not her office.

Her laughs die down and she nods. “I think you figured it out. We’ve been outed by ourselves.”

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