“I have to fuck you,” I said, peeling her legs from around my neck and standing. I dropped my pants and plunged into her. Jesus, she was always so fucking tight. Her hands reached behind her for the edge of the desk as she tried to resist my thrusts pushing her off the other side. She was perfect. I circled my hands around her waist and pulled her onto me harder as she began to twist her hips. She was too close, too soon.
“I think you fantasized about this too,” I said, slamming into her again and again.
She cried out. “Max.” Her calling my name was always the starting pistol for my orgasm. I thrust harder and she screamed louder, “Max, Max, oh Jesus.”
Just before I came I pulled out of her and pulled her up. “Lean over, I want to see that beautiful ass bent over my desk.” If she wanted to give me my fantasy, I wanted the whole thing.
She grinned and spun around, her heels thrusting her firm, tight ass in the air. Her arms spread across the desk, my papers flying off the edges. “You want me like this?” she asked.
I responded by parting her legs slightly and thrusting into her again. My force pushed her further onto the desk and she curled her fingers around the edge as if hanging on for her life.
“Yes,” I groaned. “This is how I wanted you, that first day you stepped into my office.” She shuddered underneath me, the start of her orgasm stirring across her skin. “And how I’ve thought about you every day since.”
“Max,” she whimpered, lifting up her head with what energy she had left. “Please, God, Max.” And she tightened and stilled and I allowed myself a final thrust before pouring into her and collapsing over her back.
We stayed there for a minute or so, panting, our clothes half hanging off us, sweaty and rumpled.
“Well, that was a nice surprise,” I said as I stood up, fastening my pants.
Harper was still wobbly on her feet as she got up from the desk and I reached out to steady her. “I thought it was weird we’d never fucked here, given this was where it all began,” she said and glanced around my office while doing up her blouse.
Bending forward, I gave her a kiss on the lips. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time deal,” I said. “I’m all for working late if this is the reward I get.” I didn’t work late in the office very often. I still only spent two nights a week in Manhattan and both those nights were always spent with Harper.
“You get plenty of rewards, my friend,” she said, smoothing her hand over my chest.
I grabbed her wrist. “I want more.”
She opened her mouth slightly and I could tell she had some sarcastic comeback and then changed her mind about sharing it with me. “More?” she asked.
I nodded. “For us, for you and me. I want us to be fucking on my desk when we’re ninety and have been married sixty years and have four kids.”
Harper took a step back. “What are you talking about?” She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Do you promise?” I asked.
“Do I promise to fuck you on your desk when you’re ninety?” she asked, laughing.
“Marry me, Harper.” This wasn’t what I had planned. I assumed we’d be together forever and I’d thought about proposing but I hadn’t expected those words would leave my lips today.
My eyes flickered between hers and I circled my hands around her waist. “Marry me,” I said again. “I can do the big proposal thing, another time, with a ring and a string quartet but just tell me now you’ll say yes. I don’t want to go another day without knowing you’re going to be my wife.”
She tilted her head and gave me a small smile. “Okay, but I get two proposals, right? This one and one with a ring?”
“Jesus, always so demanding.”
She shrugged. “I’m just confirming what the offer was.”
“Yeah, two proposals. And you agree to be my wife, have ten kids with me, and fuck me on my desk when I’m ninety.”
“Sounds like a deal,” she said and she wound her hand around my neck, pulling my mouth down to meet hers.
One Year Later
Harper
“Holy crap,” I shouted from the downstairs bathroom.
“I told you,” Max yelled back.
I wandered back into the kitchen, clutching the pregnancy test. “We’re going to need a bigger boat,” I said.
Max grinned. He’d gotten me pregnant with Amy just over a year ago, the night we’d first fucked on his desk. It had happened several times since then. Pregnancy had made me hornier than usual.
“What are you talking about?” Amanda said as she lifted her little sister out of her bouncer and put her on her hip. “We don’t have a boat.”
As I reached Max, he put his arm around my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me on the head. “Congratulations.”
“What did you do to me?” I asked, shaking my head.
“What I do best,” he said. “No doubt it’s another girl, because I don’t have enough women in my life.”
“What are you talking about?” Amanda repeated, her eyes narrowed as she glanced between us.
“Harper’s pregnant,” Max announced.
“Again?” Amanda asked.
I grinned. “Again.”
Amanda handed me Amy and hugged us both. “This is amazing. I wanted a sister for so long and now I’m going to lose count.”
“You’re going to have to marry me now,” Max said.
“I don’t see why. I told you there’s no rush, and anyway, if you were serious, you’d propose properly. Like on one knee, with a ring. That was the deal. Remember, effort gets rewarded, Mr. King.” I stood with my hands on my hips.
“Do you ever do as you’re told?” he asked, rolling his eyes.
“Apparently, I get pregnant on demand. Does that count?”
“I do all the hard work as far as that’s concerned.” He grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh really?”
“Now’s the time, Harper.”
“Max, I’m pregnant. Did you miss that? I’m not walking down the aisle knocked up.”
“I really want to be bridesmaid,” Amanda said. “In fact, I might just buy a dress and wear it around the house if you two don’t get your act together.”
“Mr. King.” One of the guys from the catering company came from the pool area into the dining room. Thank God we had help today. We lived in a state of perpetual chaos on the best of days. Today we’d added to the fray, throwing a welcome home barbeque for Pandora and Jason. “We’re set up and ready for whenever your guests arrive. I’m just going to start pouring some drinks.”
I turned to Max. “Holy crap. That’s another eighteen months without booze.”
“Well, you’ll be in good company,” Max said, hugging me close, Amy grabbing at his hair.
Pandora and Jason were pregnant as well. It was the reason they were coming back to America. That and they missed Amanda.
“I’m not sure everyone at this party’s going to fit,” I mumbled. The party was just a family occasion but that list was growing by the day. Along with my mom, we were expecting Max’s parents, Pandora’s parents, Scarlett and her new boyfriend, Violet, Grace, and Jason’s brother.