Resting her head back in the chair, she released a sigh. Damon moved closer to her, taking her hand.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“I wasn’t thinking about me.”
“Her death wasn’t your fault.”
“I know.”
“The pain will lessen soon. I promise.”
She didn’t know if she wanted it to lessen. The guilt was the emotion that was tearing her apart.
****
Several days later, Damon knew without a shadow of a doubt who was after his woman. Gripping the paper, he knew he had to act quickly. Just as he was about to get up from his seat, his wife knocked on the door.
Their marriage hadn’t gone as exactly to plan as he’d originally hoped. Work had consumed him. Her pain making her pull away from him.
She offered him a smile. “What are you doing?”
“Work. You know. The usual.” He slid the image into the file, closing it. He didn’t want her to see.
She stepped into his office.
The gown she wore wasn’t tied up in the middle so as she moved, it seemed to flow around her. She looked … exquisite. They hadn’t made love in a few days. His cock hardened at the thought of her riding him, in this very chair.
She walked closer to the desk, running her fingers across the top. “I was thinking about you.”
“And?”
“You never come to bed.”
He smiled.
It would appear his wife wanted him as much as he wanted her. She walked down the side of his desk and came to where he sat.
“Don’t you want me anymore?”
He gripped her hip, pulling her in front of his desk. Pushing the files out of the way, he didn’t care what mess he made. He lifted her up and set her down on his desk. Sliding the robe off her shoulders, he ran his hands down her body, cupping her tits, going to her ass, and sliding beneath her silk crop top.
He massaged her breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples. She cried out. It wasn’t enough for him. He pulled the top right over her head and as she leaned back, she pushed her tits up.
“You know, you don’t have to come and pretend you want my company. If you want to be thoroughly fucked, all you’ve got to do is ask.” He took one beaded nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across it.
She cried out and he loved the sound as it echoed around the room. This was what he wanted. He wanted to hear her pleasured moans.
Gliding his hands down, he pushed her shorts out of the way, cupping her pussy. She spread her legs, and he plunged a finger into her heat. She was already wet.
“Do you want this or do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Don’t stop.”
“Then you’re going to have to tell me what you want, Isabella.”
“I want you to fuck me.” She didn’t even hesitate.
He released her body, removed her clothes so she stood before him completely naked. Running his hands all over her, he couldn’t get enough. Gripping her ass, he lifted her up and spread her legs wide, staring at her wet cunt.
Without waiting for permission, he flicked his tongue against her, circling her bud and going down to her entrance, then back up. He pressed his face against her, wanting to take every single part of her. She was so fucking sweet.
He opened his belt as he continued to bring her closer to the brink of orgasm.
She kept on moaning his name, and he was more than happy to hear the sounds. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her. To claim her, to possess every single inch of her, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
After kicking off his shoes, he pushed his pants down, and they fell to the ground, followed by his boxer briefs. He wrapped his fingers around his length. Pre-cum already coated the tip.
She was so close to the edge but he didn’t let her orgasm. With his head at her entrance, he slid, inch, by inch, watching her take him. Such an erotic and heady sight.
Returning his grip to her hips, he held on tight and slammed the last couple of inches within her, fucking her hard. She cried out his name and he started to take her. Going hard and deep within her.
“Touch your pussy.” He took hold of her hand so she didn’t argue with him and placed her fingers directly over her clit. “Let me see you play.”
She was already wet enough and as she started to work her clit, an answering pulse vibrated up his cock as she tightened around him.
He didn’t stop rocking inside her, changing the pace to a good, hard fuck. The desk was screwed down to the floor and as he fucked her, he felt her orgasm beginning to build.