how it made me feel. How heightened it all was. How powerful I felt, that I could drive Ford to this point, where he was practically out of control with desire for me. Because that’s how I felt with him. Out of control.
He gripped my hips and fucked me even harder, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust.
I was completely naked and he was still fully dressed. He ducked his head to take my nipple in his mouth and I moaned as he nipped me with his teeth. That combination of pleasure and pain was everything I wanted and only Ford knew how to give it to me. I knew I’d never ever find a man that could satisfy me the way that he did.
I still didn’t know what he was trying to do, what he thought he was accomplishing with all of this. Was it just a hot love triangle in his mind? Making me jealous while remembering what it had been like with Claudia, secretly comparing me to her while he fucked me?
Or was he trying to show me how trivial all these objects were to him? Was he tainting his memories of her on purpose?
I didn’t have any answers. All I had was the sweet ache between my legs, the delicious feel of Ford’s perfect cock, his breath against my ear, bringing me closer and closer to climaxing. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist, leaning back, letting him go even deeper.
“More,” I murmured. “Give me more.”
He let out a grunt and I could sense that he was close. Hot little sparks were firing off inside my pussy, and I knew when I came—and soon—it would be explosive. The pleasure was barreling toward me, building in my lower belly, making my toes curl as my legs tightened around Ford.
As if he could sense I was about to come, he started fucking me faster. My head was banging against the wall now, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that this was the desk he’d bought with Claudia. I didn’t even care if he had done exactly the same thing with her on it that he was doing with me. Right now, all I cared about was chasing my release. I needed it.
“Come for me, Emzee. I want to feel that pussy clench around my cock,” Ford said.
It was enough to push me over the edge.
I gasped, coming hard and fast around his cock, doing exactly as he requested. As my body contracted in tight bursts, he let out a hoarse cry and spilled his seed into me, the two of us moaning as we slumped back onto the desk.
As we caught our breath, I realized that even though Ford might never give me any solid answers about Claudia, he’d still given me a fantastic orgasm.
Considering the terms of our relationship, that would have to be enough.
Ford
Chapter 9
Even though I’d lived with Claudia, and was used to sharing space with a woman, everything about cohabitating with Emzee felt different. Everything.
Take this morning, even, when I’d rolled over in bed to find that Em and I had slept in past 10 o’clock. Claudia never would have allowed that, even on a Saturday like today. She firmly agreed with the science that said sleeping in on the weekend threw off one’s circadian rhythms, setting one up for a sluggish Monday at the office.
I hadn’t slept so soundly in years.
It was all so new and weird.
After the fight last night, and the incredible sex Emzee and I’d had on that stupid desk in my office, I didn’t quite know where my wife and I stood. Our argument hadn’t actually been resolved, and it wasn’t the kind of thing that was going to figure itself out. As soon as she was up, we’d have to talk about it.
Right now, though, she was fast asleep.
I eased out of bed gently, careful not to wake her—I figured she deserved as much rest as she wanted. Still, my fingers itched to touch her naked back, to caress the exposed skin that I knew was soft as silk, but I resisted. Instead, I got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Munchkin followed me. After I put the coffee on, I took him for a quick walk before starting on breakfast.
There wasn’t much to work with, but I had enough of the basics on hand to whip up some sausage and pancakes, which I knew Emzee would like. It had always been her go-to order on those