Page 84 of In Death, Love Survives

“You certainly know how to keep me hard all the time.”

Nova looks down to see that my cock is trying to spring free from underneath my clothes.

“Then show me,” she asks.

I grin at the bravery she just showed by asking for what she wants. My girl is taking all kinds of chances for me, for her, for us.

“Come here and take it out.”

Nova walks to me, looking like sex. Only in her underwear with matching black high heels, I’ll never get over that I’m claiming this woman as mine.

She fingers my waistband while staring at my hardened cock.

“What are you thinking?” I murmur.

“How are you real?” she admits.

She unzips my pants and slips one hand inside my boxers. The way her cool hand grips my cock makes me want to come in my pants just from her touch alone.

Fuck, the way she touches me—I’ll never get used to it.

Nova keeps eye contact with me as she starts to stroke it back and forth. I rest my hands against the desk, letting her keep the pace she wants.

“Fuck,” I groan out.

It encourages her to go faster, picking up the pace as my precum starts to leak onto her hand.

“I like seeing you like this,” she admits.

“You can touch me anytime you want.”

She giggles as she continues the pace.

I’m so close to coming, I have to stop her, but the way her hand feels against my skin makes it nearly impossible to tell her no. I know she wants me to come in my pants for her. Any other time, I would, but I can’t leave that kind of mess.

I stop her hand from moving.

“Hey.” She pouts.

I chuckle at how adorable she looks.

“I can’t come in my pants when I’ve got to go back. In a few days, everything could be different for us.”

“You’re right.” She sighs.

Nova removes her hand from inside my pants. Then I pull them down, followed by my boxers.

My cock is out on display for her to see.

“I just…”

“What?” I whisper.

“I didn’t realize how big you were last time. How did this fit inside me?”

“You’re good for my ego.”

She blushes again—her tell for not being used to compliments.