Carlos's POV
"Urgh!" I braced myself on both elbows, making sure I wouldn't crush Grace and our baby beneath me. I could sense the wetness between us.
But my body remained rigid with desire. My libido ran high, and with plenty left to give, settling down wasn't simple—especially when the woman beneath me was exactly who I wanted.
"Uhh… hnnn…" Grace's vision seemed hazy. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath after our intense encounter in the office. She gazed up at me, still hovering above her while I supported my weight on my elbows.
I was just as wrecked as she was, both of us slick with sweat and drained, yet completely satisfied.
Still, she could tell I hadn't softened inside her. "Carlos?"
"Yes, Gracie?"
"Take it out," Grace murmured.
I winced. "Can we go again? I'm not done yet. I've got another round in me, I swear."
"No, I have to deal with my sister after this. I need to conserve my strength or I'll be unconscious for hours if we continue."
