Chapter 89. A Future with Renee (2)

ROBERT

A smile curved onto my lips as I kissed the side of Renee’s neck, and pulled back. I let my dick fall limply out from between her slick folds.

Collapsing onto the chair behind me, I heaved slowly, my gaze intently watching Renee, wondering what she’d do next, as silence befell us.

I stared at her immobile body, her pearly ass still facing me. Her skin was flushed and hot, and her hair, now matted with sweat, had some strands stuck to the side of her face as she trembled slightly. 

Slowly, she turned to face me, and the tension in the room rose to new heights as our gazes locked.

“Renee…” I began to say something, hoping to diffuse the brewing after angry sex awkwardness, but she beat me to it. “Don’t!” That was all she said before picking up her clothes, strewn about haphazardly. 

"Does this office have a restroom?" 

"You can clean up in front of me, Renee. There’s nothing to hide." I smirked, and she shot me a glare.