When she finally settled, Sawyer grabbed a condom from his pocket before dropping his jeans to the floor. He quickly sheathed himself and then pulled her back to her feet, leading her around to the chair once again. He sat, turning her to face him, and this time he worked his cock inside of her as she straddled him.
“Now ride me, Kennedy,” he said, watching her face. Her eyes were glazed, but she was with him. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
He should’ve been prepared for how incredible it would be to have her bouncing up and down on his dick, but Sawyer barely managed to hang on long enough for her to come first. When she did, he lifted her off him, then stood. Turning her to face the counter, he pressed his hand to the middle of her back. “Lean over. And hold on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
Kennedy’s hands gripped the countertop and Sawyer didn’t hesitate, thrusting into her in one smooth movement, burying himself deep as he sucked in a breath. Her pussy clamped down on him and he growled. He’d waited so long to have her, and now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough. But he knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to quit trying until they were both too damn tired to move.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, slamming into her over and over. “So good, Kennedy. So damn good, baby.”
“Harder,” she pleaded, her arms locking as she pushed back against him.
His thighs were on fire as he bent his legs, but the sweet heaven of her pussy was worth all the pain. He fucked her hard and fast, until he was dripping with sweat and his balls had drawn up tight to his body.
“I’m gonna come, Kennedy,” he warned her, driving his hips forward, going deeper each time. He fought his release for as long as he could, and then when he felt her pussy clamp down, her scream signaling her climax, he came hard. Harder than he thought possible.
It took a few minutes for him to come back to himself, and when he did, he found that he was leaning over her, his hands wrapped around her, cupping her breasts.
“Kennedy?”
“Huh?”
“I think you broke my dick, baby,” he said seriously.
She laughed.
“Oh, hell, don’t do that,” he uttered, chuckling as her body tightened, trying to force him out until he had no choice but to back up, his spent cock slipping from inside her.
Kennedy stood, grabbing her robe from the counter and slipping it on. He would’ve preferred she remain naked.
“Now can I have breakfast?” she asked, grinning at him.
Sawyer disposed of the condom and grabbed his jeans. “Yes. But you’ve only got a few minutes before I get back.”
“Where are you going?” she asked quickly.
“You got your shower. Now it’s my turn to get mine.”
With that, he made his way to her bathroom. He figured he would shower, then they could eat, maybe chill for a little while. Whatever they did, he just wasn’t ready to leave, which meant he would probably have to work hard to distract her.
Which he didn’t have a problem doing.
As he stepped under the lukewarm spray, he was just glad he’d thought ahead and called Brendon when he woke up. He knew Buster was in good hands for a little while, which meant he could take as much time as he wanted with Kennedy.
Not a bad thing considering all the distractions he had in mind for her.
chapter SEVENTEEN
Kennedy unlocked the veterinary office at seven o’clock on Monday morning, doing her best not to moan as she walked. There were muscles she had never used in her life that were protesting each step that she took. After yesterday, she wasn’t even sure how she was standing.
When she stepped inside, she flipped on the lights throughout and then detoured to the break room to start the coffee. Although she’d slept like a baby last night—alone—she still needed caffeine. She had too much to do that day, including interviews that would be starting in—Kennedy glanced up at the clock on the wall—an hour and a half.
Crap.
She needed to print out the questions she would ask. She kept them on a document on her computer for future reference. She hadn’t figured she’d need them again this soon, but hell, at least she had them.
When the coffee finished, Kennedy poured a cup and then headed to her office, keeping the door open so she could hear Olivia when she came in. Their first appointment wouldn’t be until eight, and Olivia would arrive shortly before.
For the next forty-five minutes, Kennedy worked on her interview questions and checked the schedule for the day. She liked to know who was coming in and what they were coming in for so that she was prepared. Today appeared a little light, which was probably because Olivia was handling the appointments. Due to their reduced head count, it only made sense that they didn’t double-book anyone.