“Liev,” she gasped his name as he shifted his hips and shoved into her more, his c**k nowhere near as flaccid as it should have been following his orgasm. “We shouldn’t have…”
He cut her off with a quick kiss to her mouth, while he slowly lowered her to her feet, “we definitely should have. I proved to both of us, we are like fire and gasoline. I knew it then. I know it now. This body,” he thrust upwards, “was made for mine.”
His eyes were soft and tender as he regarded her and she watched him through her thick lashes, aware he was still buried inside her. His pupils dilated in the dim light of the closet but the warmth of his gaze making her feel more than she knew she should.
“We’re in a broom closet,” she reminded him, “and I have a bunch of kids upstairs probably looking for me.”
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