Page 58 of Betrothed
The words just came out—a desperate plea for more of what we both wanted. But the effect they had on him was instant and immeasurable.
Zeke let out a ragged shout and then drove deep.
I grappled for the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life as he slammed into me. Over and over, my body stretched to welcome him—to draw him deeper. The sound of flesh smacking on flesh ricocheted off the walls in the room. But the fullness… the friction… it started to consume me from the inside out.
“That feel good, angel?” he said lowly, thrusting hard and fast until the desk started to shake. “Your perfect pussy stuffed full with me.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my hands starting to sweat.
“Is it different knowing it’s your husband’s cock?” Zeke rasped, shifting his pace to something that was slower and deeper, the friction making my core clench desperately for more. “Knowing that I’d do anything to protect you except keep my hands off you?”
I moaned, too drunk on pleasure to find even the word yes.
“Because I can’t. Every second I’m not touching you feels like I’m holding my goddamn breath.”
Once more, I felt the rush of wild abandon—the pull of selfish, hungry desire gnawing at my veins. How was it fair that it was like this with him? This impossibly good man? The one who’d married me to help me?The one I’d eventually have to walk away from?
“That’s it, angel, take this cock,” he growled, slamming harder into me. “Take it and come all over it if that’s what you want.”
Pleasure twisted through my insides, knotting them tighter and tighter until it felt like I couldn’t breathe until the pressure released. And he felt it.
His strangled groan dissolved as he drove through my clenching muscles, chasing his own release as he worked me into mine.
“Zeke,” I panted his name over and over again, climbing toward a peak that had only gotten higher the more we’d tried to fight this. Every breath, every cell, every beat of my heart clamored to let go, and it was only then I realized I might be letting go of more than I thought.
It was more than the pleasure he gave me or the pleasure that he took. It was support and comfort and security. It was strength and respect. It was hope.
“Let go, angel,” he begged. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
I cried out, my climax sweeping through me with the force of a hurricane. My hips buckled. My core spasmed. Zeke thrust through the tension in my body, finding his own release moments later with a rough shout.
After a few minutes of heavy breaths, Zeke pulled out of me and I heard him discard the condom in the trash. Next I knew, he peeled me from the top of his desk
“My fingers might’ve left imprints,” I warned.
He chuckled. “Good.” He chuckled. “And if they didn’t, we can always try again tomorrow night.”
My breath caught. “So you’re not going to walk away from this?”From us.
“The only one who’s not going to be walking anywhere after this is you, angel,” he drawled next to my ear. “Because I’ve got four nights to make up for not fucking my wife.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply before he lifted me in his arms. I squealed and locked my hands around his neck.“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you upstairs… over the threshold and into my bed like I should’ve done days ago,” he declared, striding through his office like I wasn’t naked in his arms and his dick wasn’t hanging free from the flap of his pants.
I shivered as a fresh course of want awoke in my body.
“We can havethis part of the arrangement for ourselves…”
“Yeah.” I nodded and pulled his head down to mine.
“For a little while.”
I should’ve been happy. The line we’d been holding behind for ridiculous reasons was gone. Instead, those four words planted a new ache in my chest. A longing for something that would never be mine.
CHAPTER14
ZEKE