Liquid heat spreads as he buries himself deep and holds himself there, cock jerking as he shudders with pleasure.
“Holy shit, Sadie,” he says, letting his head fall against my shoulder. “Why haven’t we done that before?”
I manage to smile as he lets me slide back to my own feet, even though I’m still trying to catch my breath. “I told you that it would be good,” I say.
“Maybe I should tell Jeremy to push the conference thirty minutes every time.”
“If it’s a fight that I can be at,” I say, “I’m more than happy to be your trophy.”
He chuckles. “I think I might like that better than the belt. This kind of prize is a hell of a lot more fun. But I’ll make sure to be prepared next time.”
“Don’t,” I tell him. “I like it when it’s just you.”
He searches my face. “Even if…”
“Even if I get pregnant,” I say. “I want that. With you.”
The smile on Jon’s face is brighter than every light in the tv studio combined. He kisses me hard, pinning me against the lockers again, cock already hardening against my hip. “Let’s do it again.”
“You need to shower,” I say, laughing. “Or Jeremy is going to walk in on this.”
“It might be worth it.”
I brush my fingers across his lips. “As soon as we get home you can have your wicked way with me. And I took the next couple of days off. So you’ll have plenty of time.”
“That sounds perfect,” he says. “Though I still think we could fit one more in before the press conference.”
Playfully, I push him away. “Do I need to drag you into the shower?”
“Maybe.” He’s grinning.
“I’ll make you a deal. We’ll save that for next time.”
One more bush of his lips on mine. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I know you will,” I say, laughing. “Now get your ass in that shower.”
He goes, but not before turning back and looking at me for a long moment. “I love you—”
“So fucking much,” I finish his favorite phrase for him. We’re lost in each other’s smiles for a moment before he goes, and I can’t help but think that I got so fucking lucky.