Page 22 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

Wyatt

I t doesn’t feel right to escort Avery in and out of the lab. I don’t like it. Not that I’m not reaping the rewards. It means that she stays longer. Sometimes, she eats lunch with me.

I enjoy how she can sit with me in silence and not feel the need to fill it. That she’s not uncomfortable around me when we don’t have a task. I don’t like it when she leaves.

She sits at our shared lab table as I scribble the last of my notes and looks up at me when I hesitate. Her smile flares the new ever-present warmth in my chest, and a small version of my own smile surfaces.

“Do you want to sit with me as I plug this into the computer?” Because I don’t want her to go yet.

“Do you want me to sit with you as you plug those into your computer?”

I hesitate, but she’s teasing me. “Yes.”

“Okay, then yes.”

That pulls a bigger smile out of me, and I offer her my hand to help her down from her stool, although she doesn’t need it. Once we’re in my office, I peek out to see whether Laurel is hanging about.

My food tech has been hovering lately. Much more than she used to. Or, I’m noticing it more than I used to. It’s been annoying. Her presence used to go unnoticed until she needed something from me. Or I needed something from her, more often than not.

But now… she’s always lurking, drawing my attention when it’s not necessary.

Annoying.

When I don’t spot her, I close the door and lock it.

Avery is in the corner, looking over my bookcase. It’s a lot of chemistry, statistics, and recipe books. A few hard science-fiction books that don’t have any romance.

I wish I ventured into those more now. I might have a clue as to what I’m doing with Avery if I had.

She turns to me, tipping her head to the side as she meets my stare.

Tossing my paperwork on my desk, I advance on her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.

Avery’s mouth parts, her breasts pressing into my chest and her hands gripping my shoulders. Maybe I don’t need the help. Maybe I just need the right woman.

I sweep a hand into her hair, tip her head back, and kiss her. She opens to me without resistance. The touch of her tongue tears heat through me. My skin is tight and uncomfortable, need pulsing down my center and making my cock hard.

Avery notices, rubbing against it with a moan muted by my kiss.

Fuck, this is exactly what I’ve been daydreaming about.

I reach down to lift her in my grip, and her legs wrap easily around my waist before I turn and set her on the oversized, plush chair.

Her skirt gathers high on her thighs, and I vaguely register how much more often she’s worn them recently instead of her slacks as my hands cup her thighs and slide up to her hips. I shift back to look down at her and the soft, tanned skin under my palms.

“You’re so soft.” I stroke her thighs, amazed by how my pinky and thumb span perfectly across the inside and outside of her pliable flesh. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into it.

Her laughter is sweet and husky. “You look like an angry god.”

My brow jumps. “Why?”

“So intense and stony, like you’re planning to destroy me.” The way she says it doesn’t sound negative.

To be fair, I am thinking of ways I could destroy her, mark her skin with my mouth, my teeth, my hands, my cock until her skin is pink and red from my attention. I know she can take it. She has before.

“You’re not wrong.”

She wriggles under me a little, eyes hooded and dark as her knees spread higher.

Sinking lower, I kiss the inside of her knee and tug her slender panties down her hips, needing to regulate my breath as I lean down to splay her folds open with my tongue. I moan against her clit.

Her back arches, so I grab a firm hold of her and get a better, slower, more thorough taste.

I’m addicted to the small noises she makes as she tries to keep quiet.

To the way her hand grips my hair, twisting and tightening with her pleasure.

To how her hips writhe under my ministrations until she comes.

I peer up at her as she cries out against her forearm, her teeth pinching the fabric as I slide two fingers inside her and suck on her clit. Her cry gets a little louder, lower as she takes it.

My cock strains against my slacks, throbbing, hard, and ready.

I may not have a lot of time, but I’m going to take as many orgasms as possible. Making her come is much more satisfying the fourth and fifth time when my cock is finally deep inside her. Avery gets tight, and her muscles squeeze me…

Sucking harder has her whimpering. My fingers twist inside her until I find that spot that makes her toes curl and her legs shake. Circling my tongue over her clit and giving a few flicks, I settle into a steady stroke.

She squeaks and jerks before her moans mimic my movements. When she bears down over my fingers, I’m prepared for her second orgasm, keeping my grip firm as she bucks against me. I slide my tongue along my fingers, stroking her in opposition as she sobs above me.

So fucking wet. Like devouring ripe fruit, but hot.

Avery trembles, but she’s not writhing so hard anymore. I lay her leg over my shoulder and down my back so I can reach around her hip to press her clit with my thumb.

Her groan sounds painful, but the agony on her face propels me harder. It’s only been a few minutes. She can take more. And she doesn’t push me away. It makes me search for the new sensitive spot that’s going to make her break apart again.

This one takes a little more time, a little harder thrusts, a third finger, but Avery grinds up against my face with the sweetest little pleading sounds. I want her to take it, to claim the climax I’m offering.

When she finally breaks, I spread my mouth over her hips and the insides of her thighs as I wiggle my fingers deep in her core, wanting to draw out every last quake.

Then, I retreat in inches, catching her glazed gaze and unzipping my slacks. Avery bites her bottom lip before her eyes drop to watch me pull my cock out. I use the slick from her pussy to stroke myself.

She sinks down another inch, and the offering has me spreading my head against her pulsing lips. We both watch as I push myself inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. After a few short thrusts, I’m fully encased in her heat. It draws a groan out of me.

I will never get used to how good she feels. Like someone is running a light current through us.

Grinding myself into her, I bend down for a nuzzle. Avery is so damn responsive, lifting to rub her nose against mine, her hand finding my cheek and bringing me back from my tight control. Something about this woman undoes me.

She makes me want to be nice. To understand her. To make her happy.

My cock twitches inside her, and her smile blazes up at me. It’s so wide and pure that it becomes my new goal. I want to make her smile like that as much as possible.

Moving my hips, I set a slow pace, dragging myself against her every dip and ridge until we’re both shaking. Until I can’t hold back anymore. I rear back, circle her waist with my hands, and use leverage to bring us together.

The new angle has her gasping, her nails finding purchase in my skin as she grabs my bare forearms. The way her mouth hangs open tells me I’ll be able to get another orgasm out of her before I come.

A deluge of wetness spreads across her thighs, creating soft sucking noises between us.

“I love the way you feel,” I tell her, my voice low and more gravelly than I’m used to. Avery has turned everything I knew about myself on its head.

Who knew I would love fucking her so much? That she could drag this clawing pleasure out of me instead of the tepid kind I’ve always experienced before? That I would become so attached to her that I actually want her near me as much as possible?

Even if she’s just in the same room as me.

I stare down into her eyes as I cross that threshold. No stopping now. My hips are slamming against hers without any conscious thought.

Avery contorts beneath me, straining against where I hold her in place as I plow through her orgasm.

My own grabs me by the base of my spine and bucks me against her, keeping us locked together as I spill into her.

Her hands grab at me, drawing me down over her. I go. I’ll do anything she asks me to.

Avery holds onto me, arms around my neck and shoulders as we shake. Her thighs squeeze my sides. I stroke them with long, slow movements, savoring every inch of her skin, every second I have her.

I mourn not uncovering all of her. Not getting to watch her small breasts bounce with every thrust. Not getting to suck them into my mouth. My cock twitches with the line of my thoughts. But I only get that kind of access after work, when the four of us play in the boardroom.

It’s too easy to get caught here.

I pull back far enough to kiss her, and it’s quickly made obvious that I want more—would take it, given different circumstances—because we’re both breathing hard and pulsing together when I retreat.

“Mmm. I like this new code. Plugging numbers…” Her small smile and the wicked glint in her eyes break me. I’m laughing from the delight of being in her presence. Of her making jokes with me.

Avery’s smile grows wide, and I’m absolutely done for. She’s everything I never knew I wanted.