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“Now.”
I didn’t think we would have tons of foreplay in a conference room, but I barely got my hands on her.
I cup her pussy through her panties and find her hot…and soaked. Thank God. No way would I take her if she ’wasn’t ready. I’m big. She’s got a tight little pussy and no way will I hurt her.
I hook behind a knee and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and with a quick tug to the side on her panties, I’m buried deep.
My face is buried in her neck, my drawn-outfuckstifled by her heated skin.
I thrust into her hard. Deep. Fast.
Clearly, being apart is too much for Avery too. She’s running hot and ready and comes on my dick faster than I ever expected. It’s a good thing because I don’t last five seconds longer.
I’m leaning into her, holding her up because she’s boneless in my hold.
A phone rings, and she finally moves.
I set her on her feet as she reaches behind her back and into the rumples of her skirt.
I didn’t even notice she had a phone clipped to her skirt even though I walked behind her most of the way through the building.
“Hey, Mom,” she says when she answers.
I tuck myself back into my jeans, her eyes on my action. Her mom. Not someone I want in the room, even through the phone, with my dick out. Or Avery’s skirt up around her waist. I smooth it down for her as she talks.
“What?” Her eyes are wide and she clenches my forearm with her free hand. “Oh my God! Which hospital?”
Shit. Her mom is hurt. Sick. Something.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
She ends the call. “I have to go. I have to get to the hospital.”
As she unlocks the door and pulls it open, reality returns.
“I’ll drive,” I say, following Avery through the building.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m in this now with her. Good and bad.
She turns, faces me, tears in her eyes. “You can’t come with me, Chance.” She sniffles. “I’m sorry. We… We have no future. We’re done.”
27
AVERY
“Are you crazy?”Chance’s eyes look like a madman’s as he grabs my shoulders. “I was just inside you, kitten, and now you’re telling me we have no future? That you’re done? Fuck that. I’m not letting you go. I’mneverletting you go. I know everything. I know my father kept us apart. I know about the deal he made with your mom. I know everything, kitten, and none of it matters.”
But hedoesn’tknow everything. He doesn’t know that my son—ourson—is in the hospital.
“It’s too late.” I pull away from him, run down the hallway, brushing past Jarvis and his assistant, and knocking a file from his hands. Papers scatter to the floor.
“Marsh?” he says, but I whisk by, Chance in pursuit.
“Bridger?” Jarvis’s voice. “What are you doing here?”
Chance doesn’t answer Jarvis, and once I’m out in the hallway, racing toward the elevators, one opens. I run inside—
But Chance is too quick. He shoves his arm between the closing doors and enters the elevator. He grips my shoulders again.
