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Fighting the lock is a huge pain in the ass, but the second the door is open, I’m on her.
She’s learned that dresses are better suited for anytime out of the house because I’ve ripped too many of her clothes.
“If you take those panties off yourself, I won’t let you come.”
Lauren freezes with her hands under her dress, indecision in her eyes.
She knows what she wants, but she also likes begging for it.
A pinch of disappointment hits me when she pulls her hands free.
“That fucking needy, huh, baby?”
I’m unbuckling my belt, working my zipper down as I walk to her.
“Fucking whore,” I pant when she turns her back to me before bending over the desk at the back of the office.
She rolls her body for more attention when I flip her dress up and slowly pull her panties down.
Jesus, the scent of her arousal is the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.
I grip a handful of her ass, relishing the marks left there from before our office visit with Dr. Taylor. She winces from the bite of pain before it turns into a moan.
I want to tease her, to torture her with waiting, but every second since the last time I was inside her a couple of hours ago has been my own form of punishment.
My jaw clenches in an effort not to show my hand when I slide inside of her. It’s pure fucking heaven.
“Fucking move,” she growls, demanding more when I attempt to spend a few seconds of bliss just enjoying the warmth and tightness of her.
“Greedy bitch,” I hiss, pulling my hips back and snapping them forward.
I’m going full force, my balls high and tight as she moans and screams my name. She is the perfect fucking woman, taking it all and begging for more.
Reaching around, I squeeze her tits, wishing she was facing me so I could get a mouthful. I’m rougher, annoyed with missing out on seeing her face, when she comes on a cry.
As always, she takes me right over the edge with her, an orgasm so strong my vision turns blurry for a second.
A throat clears behind me, and I’m forced to spin in that direction, my cock just open to the air.
“Whoa!” Liam says from his spot by the fucking door, but he’s looking past me.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Lauren pointing a gun directly at him. She isn’t embarrassed that we got caught fucking. She’s making sure we’re safe. Even seven months pregnant, the woman is efficient, still capable of using those honed skills she learned in the FBI.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry, Mrs. Guerra.”
Lauren growls again.
“That’s one way to get shot,” I mutter.
I haven’t had to ask Lauren to marry me. She’s been very vocal about not wanting that, and I thought hearing it would upset me, but it doesn’t.
She’s mine, now and forever, and I don’t need a piece of paper tying us together. I know she feels the same way.
“Call me anything but Lauren and I’ll have your balls.”
Liam nods his agreement, and he’s smart enough not to smile when he does it.
“You’re early,” I mutter, my eyes darting from the clock on the wall and back to him.