Page 36 of The Silent Count


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“Like that’s stopped us before.” She alludes back to the time I took her in her office.

Lea has no idea how many nights I’ve lain awake thinking about that day over and over.

How thrilling it felt knowing we could’ve gotten caught at any minute. The way she had to keep her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming as she shattered around me.

She cups her hands around my face, searing her lips against mine as heat uncurls in my abdomen.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.”

I tighten my grip on her ass as I step over the lip of the shower, then she unhooks her legs and slowly slides down my front until she’s standing on two feet.

Lea tips her head back into the scorching water, and I move in, sucking gently against her neck. Switching spots every so often so she doesn’t have to cover up any marks tomorrow.

When her hand wraps around my cock, I drop my head back and close my eyes. The way she works her wrist, so she’s gently brushing her palm over my tip, nearly takes my breath away. I drag my tongue up her neck, then plant a firm kiss on her mouth before twisting her around and pressing her front against the tiled wall.

She smiles at me over her shoulder when I smack her round ass a few times until there are faint pink splotches where my hands once were.

I grab her by the hips, my hot breath against her ear as I sink my cock into her tight, wet heat.

Lea’s moans echo off the walls of the bathroom as I work in and out of her. There’s no hesitation between us now. We both work together as one as we climb toward the edge. She arches her back, meeting each of my thrusts eagerly, clenching against me when bottom out inside her.

“Right there,” she moans as her pussy clamps around my length.

Fuck.

I’m not going to last much longer.

“Hold it, Lea. I want to come together.”

I pick up the pace, and her legs start to tremble.

“I can’t. I’m going to… fuck… I’m—” Lea shatters around me, and I follow right behind her.

“That was…” she pants, her chest rising and falling frantically.

“I know.”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” She turns her head and kisses the side of my mouth, and I swear the tranquility of her kiss is better than the sex itself.

“Cute of you to think you were going to go back to your room after this.”

She smiles against my mouth with one last kiss before we wash ourselves off, then pass out together cuddled under the sheets of my bed.

FIFTEEN

LEA

“So…”Scarlett starts with a faint smile. “Are you ever gonna give me more details about what happened after you and Fortune left Tommy’s barbecue?”

“Not much to tell,” I deflect.

It’s the first Friday night dinner since the New England game, and I spent all day chained to my desk after Gonzales walked into my office this morning with his head hung low. Turns out I was wrong about him, because he did in fact let his newfound fame go to his head. I’ve seen some disasters run across my desk, but nothing that required as much immediate damage control as a rookie getting not one, but two women pregnant.

Their due dates? The. Same. Freaking. Day.

With the rim of a wine glass pressed against my mouth, I can’t seem to guzzle the delicious red liquid down fast enough to forget the damage control I’ve endured today. I play off my exhaustion by peering out over Abel and Scarlett’s backyard. She put twinkle lights around the perimeter and decorated the long rectangular outdoor dining table in Thanksgiving decor to celebrate the holiday. Abel and October are on the opposite side of the yard, taking over grill duty while chatting like old friends. Which is particularly amusing to watch, considering they couldn’t stand each other months ago.