Nora’s POV

I sink down onto his cock with my back against his chest and the reading chair groans under both our weight.

The angle is completely different from the bookshelf. He’s deeper this way — impossibly deep — and the curve of his cock presses against a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My knees come up toward my chest, my feet bracing on the edges of the chair’s seat, and I’m spread open.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head dropping back against his shoulder. “You’re so deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach.”

“Good,” he says against my...