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Page 28 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

Wyatt

I t’s my morning to have Avery to myself. I show up far too early, but I don’t want to miss a second of her. I’m already pacing between my office and the lab when Laurel arrives. She’s here earlier than normal.

I don’t like it when she changes her routine. I like it even less when she hovers, which she’s been doing lately. Other people’s social cues don’t generally penetrate, but Laurel is acting strangely. Or at least, differently than I’m used to. Clingy.

I try not to grumble about it, although I’m sure I’m unsuccessful based on the way she keeps shooting me glances.

When Avery arrives, she’s quiet and tense. Somehow, I can see all of the subtle changes in her demeanor, even though she’s so restrained and reserved most of the time.

I cross the lab without thinking about it, taking her hand with a small squeeze and tugging her to my office and closing the door behind us. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes are bright as she blinks up at me, smiling even though her mouth is turned down into a small frown. After a deep breath, she asks, “You know of my son, Charlie?”

“Yes.” I don’t believe something has happened to him because she would not be here if it did, so I push her hair from her face and wait for her to continue.

“He’s Ezra’s son. I’ve just told him. Introduced them to each other this weekend.”

I look into her hazel eyes, noting more of the worries there. Negative possibilities grind through my mind at a million miles a second. But there’s only one question whose answer truly matters to me. “Does that change anything about the two of us?”

She’s searching my gaze before she shakes her head. “No.”

I nod. “Okay. That’s all I need to know.”

Her eyes brighten, and her smile blooms across her features before she lets out a full laugh.

I’m addicted to the way she responds to me. How happy she seems to be with me.

I never thought it was possible.

My hand sinks into her hair and pulls her mouth up to mine.

Avery moans into my kiss, always so receptive to me. Even though I feel like a bull, crashing my way through my feelings for her.

Her touch finds my chest, running up across my shoulders as I lean into her, trapping her against my office door to kiss her properly. She opens to me as I dive deeper.

My desires shift. Yes, I want to touch her, lick her, fuck her, but I also want to show her that she’s more to me than that. And the thought that pops up is an odd one, but my whole experience with her has been outside of my comfort zone. Outside my wheelhouse. Odd.

I pull back to peer into her eyes again, distracted a little by the way her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths.

“Can I meet him?” My timing is off. I know it is, but it will linger as a distraction in the back of my brain if I don’t ask. I won’t be able to fully enjoy my time with her otherwise.

“You want to?”

“Yes. He’s a part of you.” And I want all of you. Every piece you’re willing to give me . Some kind of self-preservation keeps me from admitting the entire truth. Even if I don’t completely understand the impulse.

A new, joyous smile breaks over her face. “Okay.”

I smile back, and she touches my mouth before I descend on her again, no lingering thoughts beyond the need to please her, to drive her to the heights of pleasure and make her crash down, only to do it again.

Her body molds against mine, grinding us together in the sweetest roll.

I spread my hands down her body, marveling at how small she is. How delicate she feels in my grip until she’s writhing with the power of pleasure. Avery turns into something more powerful than I can fathom.

A force to be reckoned with.

And she lets me touch her the way I please.

Sweeping my touch up her ribs, I squeeze her breast in my palm and rejoice in the soft sound caught in the back of her throat. I’m fucking drunk on her.

She’s in pants today, tight against her body.

It’s easy to find the spot that detonates her orgasms. Rubbing it over her slacks makes her squirm.

Avery tangles her hand in my hair and grabs a handful of my shirt.

Her thighs spread to give me better access to her, and her mouth drops from mine so she can catch her breath.

I’m so desperate for her that I slow myself down, drawing my touch along the seam of her pants in long strokes.

Coiling against me, Avery’s struggling not to make noise, to control how much pressure I give her.

I lower my mouth back to hers, and she sighs, tugging my hair and rolling her hips. Her thigh brushes my stiff cock, and I dig in a little harder. She’s growing hot against my hand, her arousal clear.

It begs me for more.

I am more than happy to give her everything.

Her soft mewl of discontent when I stop rubbing her has me grinning against her mouth. Eyes dreamy and hazy as I pop open the top of her slacks, Avery murmurs quietly as I slip my hand down the front of her pants and under her panties.

“God, Wyatt.” Her grip squeezes in my hair again, the small pain making my cock jump with need. I don’t give a shit about what she might do back to me after. I just want to touch her, to hear her moan, to watch her writhe, to feel her tighten and come, and to know I gave it all to her.

I draw my fingers through her folds. She’s so damn wet that I’m coated in a few swipes. I groan into the side of her throat as I tease her opening and that well of moisture and trace my teeth over her neck.

Avery whimpers and shifts, seeking my fingers. I want to sink them right in, but I enjoy the way she squirms too much.

“I like how wet you become for me.” My voice is garbled against her skin.

Head falling back with a laugh, she cuts it off with a firm press of her lips. Her nostrils flare, and she hums.

I draw my thumb around her clit and thrust into her with two digits. It’s a long, slow glide that has her dropping into my palm. Hips tilting, she gives me a better angle to curve my fingers against that spot she likes.

Her mouth falls open and her breathing changes.

A firm knock on the door by our ears jolts Avery, but I recognize the force and cadence of that noise. I might have been ignoring the shuffling out in the lab, but I registered Laurel out there.

I just don’t care.

“What?” I nearly bark it, which has Avery turning to give me wide eyes.

Laurel clears her throat. “Well, I have a list of things that need your attention this morning?—”

“Is it an emergency?” I nibble on Avery again, hand thrusting a little faster. Because if it is, I still want to make her come first.

She clamps down as I work her, biting her lip, being a good girl and keeping quiet. I can hear the slick slide of my fingers inside her. Can Laurel?

There’s a pause on the other side of the door. I can almost see her sputtering. “No.”

“Then, go away. I’m busy.”

Avery’s hand comes up to cover her mouth, but she isn’t fast enough to catch her soft snort. Her giggles are silent, but they shake her whole body, even as she sinks down into my palm.

The more she grinds, the harder I rub that spot.

She’s lit up, even as she squints at me. Her cheeks flush bright pink. Tears glitter in the corners of her eyes.

She grabs onto me, burying her face in my shoulder and gasping softly into my shirt.

I can slow down and drag this out some more, but she’s so close to coming. And I’ll just give her another since I have the time.

The moment her body gives in, she drops in my grip. My fingers are relentless. I don’t plan on stopping. Her noises make me ache, my balls drawing up, my cock so stiff it's leaking.

One more, and I’ll bend her over my desk and take her from behind.

I’m going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her before work hours officially begin… in twenty minutes.