Wedding Belles. Beth Albright

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      He picked me up off my desk, my high heels still on and dangling, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust inside me. Then he set me back on the desk, his hands gripping my waist as he found a steady rhythm.

      He never stopped consuming me, inhaling me. His touch was genius. He reached over and closed the blinds behind me without breaking his steady movements within me. It was like he had been living for this moment his whole life. It was the hottest lovemaking I had ever known. In fact, I had never known anything like this.

      I had never seen Sonny so out of control. I felt like he was the most masculine person in the history of life. He was so big, overpowering me in the best way possible. He was breathing heavily as he worked toward his passionate release.

      I was like an animal. He brought out something in me that I had no idea was even there. We reached that moment of bliss together and I found myself yelling out and digging my nails into the flesh of his back.

      Sonny groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy. When he finished, he looked into my eyes, little beads of sweat running down his forehead, his chest heaving up and down. “I love you, Blake—I do. God, you are so beautiful.”

      I held him to my naked breasts. It was the most emotionally charged moment I could ever remember. It was a huge release on so many levels. “I love you, too, Sonny. So much. Oh, my God, I have needed everything about you for so long.”

      He stood in front of me, and we held the embrace for a minute—until we heard a car pull up in front of the building.

      Both of us looked bug-eyed at each other. Then Sonny scurried to put his pants back on, hopping around the room on one foot and grabbing his shirt. He reached back over, kissed me on the lips, and then ran from my office, disappearing out the back door, still half-dressed, like the superhero of passion. I could barely wrap my head around what had just happened. Or what was likely to happen any minute.

      I slammed my door shut and pulled my skirt back down, pulled my bra back up and quickly threw my shirt over my head, tucking it in as I heard keys opening the front door of the building.