Private 02 - Private Paradise

kicked off her shoes, walked over to the windows and pulled down the blinds.
    She turned to him, a smile teasing her lips and a wicked glint in her eye. She whipped her shirt over her head, and Sam's mouth watered the sight of her big, soft tits straining at the cups of her bra, her flat, toned belly that practically begged him to run his tongue down it.
    “ Now, where were we?” she asked.
    “ About to have a nooner in my office?” Sam grinned as he pulled his own shirt over his head.
    Within seconds the rest of their clothes were gone, and the small room filled with the sounds of sucking kisses and fast, panting breath. Sam lifted Carla to the desk, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him, letting him feel how wet and ready she was against his stomach.
    Later he would go slow, tease her, and kiss every secret spot until she was begging for him to come inside her. Now all traces of playfulness disappeared as he felt an almost desperate need to take her, stake his claim on her body and soul in the most primal way possible.
    He entered her without hesitation, his groan mingling with hers as her tight, slick pussy stretched to accommodate him. He set a hard, driving rhythm that quickly had her moaning and squirming against him.
    “ Sam,” she cried his name as her fingers dug into his shoulder. “You feel so good, so good, so―”
    The last was lost as she broke apart in his arms, milking him hard as she came around his cock.
    “ I love you,” she cried as the last shudders rippled through her.
    Pleasure roared through him, so intense it shook him to his core. And something else. Pure, unadulterated joy, at the knowledge that she was his. That he was finally getting his second chance.
    He held himself deep inside her, his whole body shaking as he shot hot jets of come deep inside her. “Oh God, I love you too, so God damn much.”
    He gathered her limp form and staggered to a chair in the corner where he cradled her in his lap until they could both breathe again.
    The rattling of the doorknob followed by a sharp knock on the door jolted them from their reverie. “Sam, you in there?” Sam recognized Chris's voice on the other side of the door.
    Carla scrambled off his lap and dove for the pile of clothes on the other side of the desk.
    “ We need to go over a few details before I head back to Coral Cay.”
    “ Just a sec,” Sam called. He and Carla snickered like naughty children as they bumbled into their clothes.
    Carla smoothed her hair one last time and nodded for him to open the door. Chris's dark brows knit in confusion, but after a split second his frown morphed into a knowing smile. “Carla, I can't believe after all the crap you gave me and Julie for knocking one out in the office...”
    Sam couldn't stifle his own grin as Carla's already flushed cheeks went beet red. “I wasn't, we weren't―”
    “ Right.” He pushed past them to open the window shades. “The razor burn on your neck aside, Sam's shirt is inside out.”
    Sam felt his own face heat when he looked down and saw Chris was right.
    “ Let me guess,” Chris said, one eyebrow cocked at Sam, “you won't be leaving after all.”
    “ Nope.” Sam's grin stretched wider and he slid his arm around Carla's waist and pulled her to his side. “She's not getting rid of me that easily.”
    “ I hope your intentions toward my cousin are honorable,” Chris said with mock gravity.
    “ Shut up,” Carla said, exasperated.
    Chris and Carla might be making light of it, but to Sam this was no joke. “If it's up to me I'll marry her as soon as we can get a license and a minister.”
    He felt Carla stiffen next to him and looked down into her shocked face. “Really?” Her eyes were full of hope, but he could tell she couldn't quite believe he was for real.
    He smiled and brought his hand up to cup her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. “Really.”
    Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Right. Well. Whenever you decide, I know Julie will go nuts planning it.”
    “ Thanks,” Carla said, her smiling eyes never leaving Sam's.
    “ So I'll leave you to...whatever.”
    Sam was too busy kissing his fiancée to hear Chris close the door behind him.

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