Page 55 of Brady

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He couldn’t work. He hadn’t lied to her about having some things to go over. He’d brought home the complicated contract with him. They were investing in a rundown plaza with several shops in midtown and the negotiation wasn’t going as well as expected.

The previous owners had allowed the place to go to hell and there were all sorts of things wrong with it. The zoning commission had come on board and was finding out things that had been done wrong in the first place.

The board was adamant it wasn’t worth the hassle, but Brady had seen the possibilities there. He had several reasons to want to go ahead with the project. Now, on top of all that, he was faced with opposition from his own home. Why the hell was she so stubborn? And what did she mean about regretting the pregnancy?

Walking over to the cabinet, he poured himself a generous amount of whiskey and stood over at the window, looking out at the bleak landscape. It was January and the weather was as bleak as hell. He heard when the door opened, but didn’t turn around.

"I’m busy."

"You don't look busy."

"I was just taking a break and don’t need company." He forced himself not to react when she came forward to wrap her hands around his waist.

"I was a bitch."

"No argument here."

"I was unfair. I love you."

He couldn’t pretend to be unaffected by the declaration, but still remained where he was.

"I love the baby I’m carrying. Our baby. I only said it to piss you off."

"Well, you succeeded."

"I’m not used to this, Brady." His body went rigid when her hands drifted downwards to cup him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I need your forgiveness."

"If you think- Oh Christ!" He almost spilled the drink when she squeezed him gently. “Stop it, damn you."

"I can't." She whispered.

He had to lean against the cold window pane when she unzipped him and reached in to take out his cock. "You make me feel special, and I’m an idiot who doesn’t appreciate it." She was circling the tip of him and he felt as if he was going to burst into flames. "Please forgive me."

He was going to embarrass himself. Any minute now, he was going to come all over her fingers.

"Damn you," He finally turned, his eyes darkened with passion.

"Forgive me. Say you will."

"Yes." He said through gritted teeth. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her over to the desk. His cock was throbbing painfully and even though he wanted to hold onto his anger for a few more minutes, he had to have her.

Lifting her feet, he peeled off the socks and then the leggings. A grunt escaped him when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

"I took a shower just before you came. Fill me, darling."

Her words had a cataclysmic effect on him. With a feral growl, he shoved his denims down around his hips and cupped her bottom with one hand. The other was used to guide himself into her tightness.

For a minute, he could not move as her tightness wrapped around him like a wet glove. When she lifted her legs to wrap around him, he was destroyed.

The sex was rough and the climax so violent it had them clinging to each other, their bodies trembling.

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