I spread my legs, and he hooks his arms under my knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his hips as my thumb runs over my oversensitive clit, making me jump.
“Easy, love,” he whispers as I feel the head of his cock sliding over my clit then down, and I feel the crown press in as his head lifts and his eyes lock on mine. He slowly slides inside me. “TU Kai,” he rumbles, sliding out then back in. My thighs wrap tighter around him, and my hips lift off the desk so I can take him deeper.
“Yes,” I hiss as his hands go under my ass and lift me into each of his thrusts.
I move my hands up over his abs, feeling the strength under my palms then sliding them farther up over his chest and around his neck. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up.
“I’m going to come again,” I whimper.
His mouth comes down on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss him back then feel the waves of another orgasm close in, so I turn my head and, without thinking, sink my teeth into his shoulder. He roars as his hips jerk before planting himself deep inside me. I wrap my legs and arms tighter around him, not wanting to lose the connection. Not yet.
“Are you okay?” I whisper after a moment.
His head comes away from my neck, and his eyes lock on mine. “I had no idea,” he says after another moment of silence.
“No idea what?”
“No idea that, when I married you, I would end up with this.” He presses deeper into me. “I knew when I told you we should try to make this work that I wanted it to, but I didn’t realize how important it was going to become to me. The idea of being without you is almost unbearable.”
His soft-spoken confession causes warmth to spread deeper, but then I realize what set him off.
“I forgot all about you being served. I’ve been so caught up with us that I haven’t even thought about anything,” I confess, watching as understanding fills his eyes.
“They’re ruined now,” he smiles, and I realize that the papers are still under me and covered in us.
“Ewww.” I frown.
“We just consummated our marriage on our divorce papers.”
“That’s very caveman-ish.” I shake my head.
His smile softens, and his eyes search mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Happy.” I run my fingers through his hair, and his eyes turn lazy.
“We need to get just enough clothes on to make it to our bedroom.”
“Why?” I ask, feeling my eyebrows pull together.
“Because we’re going to spend the rest of the day in it making up for lost time.” His head dips and he licks up my neck. “I really need to be better acquainted with my wife’s body.”
“Okay,” I breathe, pressing my thighs tighter around his hips.
“Hold on, love.” He nips my neck and leans back, watching my face as he slides out. The endearment causes those ribbons of warmth to wrap tighter around me.
“Oh no.” I close my eyes and cover my face. “No, no, no…” I shake my head. I can’t believe how stupid we were.
“Myla, what is it?” He pulls my hands away from my face and looks down at me, frowning.
“We didn’t use protection, and my birth control ran out.”
“We did use protection.” He smiles before pulling out completely.
I watch him pull the condom off, tie the end, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it away. I let out a silent, Thank God. This situation between us is complicated enough, and I cannot imagine adding kids as a factor.
I let out a breath and sit up, watching as he fixes his pants before coming back to me with his shirt. He opens it up, helping me put it on. He leans in, and his fingers go under my chin, tilting my head back and locking his gaze with mine.
“I would like you to get back on birth control. I almost didn’t remember to use a condom, and I have a feeling it’s going to be difficult to stay prepared.” His hands run up my inner thighs before curling around my waist.
I think about how amazing it felt having him in me and how much better it would be if we didn’t have anything between us, and my legs tighten.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes. “I can imagine it too, sliding into you, feeling your hot, wet heat strangling my cock while your nails dig into my back.”
“Kai,” I whimper at the image then squeak when he lifts me. My arms go around his neck, my legs wrap around his hips, and his hands go to my ass.
“Hold tight.” He opens the door to his office then quickly walks to his room, taking me into the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’m going to have a closer look at your tan lines.” He sets me on the vanity.
“You’re obsessed.” I laugh, remembering all the times he has brought them up before and how strange I thought it was at the time.
He walks over to the shower then looks at me over his shoulder. “For months, I’ve had to look at them from afar, watch your skin darken, knowing that parts of you would forever be creamy white, and those parts are the best ones. So, yes, I’m fucking obsessed with your tan lines because I know that no one else will ever be able to see them but me.”
He starts the shower then comes back to me, his hips going between my legs. My breath is still paused from his words, and I let out a harsh exhale as his hand comes up and his fingers run along the underside of my jaw. Then they move down to trace my collarbone and farther down between my breast before undoing the buttons of his shirt to spread it open.