30. Maddox

THIRTY

I shudder as the final drops of my release fill Hannah's fluttering pussy.

"Jesus." I press a kiss to the side of her neck, then start to pull back.

Keeping my cock inside her, I straighten up so I can look down at where we're joined.

I burn it into my memory— the sight of her skirt rucked up and my dick buried in her heat.

Thinking about the fact that we could've been doing this for the last fifteen years makes me want to spank her ass.

Next time.

After sliding free from her warmth, I slip her underwear back into place.

When I step back, Hannah pushes up from the desk and adjusts her bra and shirt back into place.

When she's standing and facing me, she shifts her hips and makes a face.

I smirk, knowing my cum is leaking out of her, making a mess of her panties. And soon enough, it's going to be coating the inside of her thighs.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but it's the least you owe me," I joke, attempting to put the bad blood behind us because I want to do that again.

Hannah's shoulders sag. "Owe you?"

I stare back at her. "I was kidding. But yeah. Owe me. Fifteen years' worth, actually."

She shoves at my chest, and I take a step backward, not expecting it.

Hannah moves to her desk and retrieves her purse from one of the drawers.

"What?" I ask, not understanding this hot and cold shit.

She slams the drawer shut and tries to glare daggers at me. But they don't land the way they're supposed to because her eyes are filling with tears.

"You're the one who didn't call!" Her voice cracks. "At least I tried."