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Her chair was yelling at her to take it easy before it gave out, but she didn’t care if they ended up in a heap on the floor. She wasn’t stopping until wave after wave of sensations washed over her.

The absence of his fingers on top of hers had her looking down until she felt them on her waist, squeezing her skin and holding her in place.

She was too tired in mind and body to fight him and let him lead her to where she needed to be.

Her legs were spread wide, his dick slammed up, in and out, the friction of the condom against her inner walls heating and lighting her body on fire.

She shouted out his name, her body coming and squeezing, tensing and releasing.

He locked her down hard on him, held her tight while she pulsed around him, him matching her there too.

Her head dropped on his shoulder, her breathing coming in rushed and harsh.

Sweat was trickling down her back. A pain between her legs that was more muscle related from a tough workout.

Yet she never felt more content in her life with Matt’s arms around her, holding her softly, his gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Did I do it?” she asked weakly.

He laughed. A silky sound that rolled over her body leaving shivers in its wake. “Just like a champ.”

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BE SEEN AND HEARD

“I’m all for celebrating like that every time you make a sale or I win a case.”

They sat at her table, eating their cold dinner.

More like room temperature lobster roll and cold fish and chips. Still tasted good to him after the calories the two of them burned.

“I can get on board for that,” she said. “Though I’m not sure that chair could take another beating. I thought for sure it was going to give out on us.”

He turned his head. “Your couch looks pretty sturdy.”

“Or we could try the bed.”

“Boring,” he said. “That’s not you. Remember, you gave me shit over it.”

She crossed her eyes and snagged a fry. They’d cut the lobster roll in half, then each took half the fish on their plates and kept the fries in the container between them.

“I didn’t give you shit over it,” she said. “I just said I wanted some fun in my life.”

“I think I’m doing a good job giving it to you, right?”

He hoped that didn’t sound as insecure as it felt in his mind.

“You are. You’re giving me encouragement too. And you told me to trust you and I am. It’s working out well, don’t you think?”

Could be some insecurity there for her too.

Neither one of them was ready for him to voice his feelings.

“We are in a good spot a little over a month in. At least I feel that way. With the way you were purring a few minutes ago, you have to be. Just like a cat.”

Her hand landed on his thigh under the table and gave him a sweet rub, then pinched him.

“Purring!”