Page 116 of Filthy Little Regrets
His pupils flare and his cock pulses inside of me. “Say it again.”
One demand. That’s all he gets tonight.
“I like fucking my husband.” I sit back, press my palms into his chest, and circle my hips. As his tip smooths against the spot deep inside of me, I suck in a quick breath, keeping that depth and grinding. “I lied. I love fucking my husband.”
“Fuck, baby.” The throaty words zing to my clit. Mace’s body is trembling as he restrains himself, fighting the urge to take control, giving me this moment because he knows I need it. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me that.”
I flex my walls around him in appreciation. Mace gasps, hips jerking up. Pleasure ricochets through me. He’s so close.
I move faster, digging my nails into his chest as my body warms and the pressure builds, until he’s pulsing inside of me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, so close to the edge.
Driving my hips down, I take him as deep as I can and flex, grinding my clit against him and gasping, muscles tightening. Mace explodes inside of me with a throaty noise.
“Good boy,” I purr.
His hot cum sprays over my G-spot, ripping a moan from my lips. Euphoria zips through me as he fills me up, and I gasp for air, rolling my hips, taking every last drop of what he has to offer until I slump against his chest, keeping him inside of me as I recover.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple. “You called mehusband.”
I bite my lip and nod, burying my warming face against his chest.
“I meant what I said.” Mace’s hand finds my chin and draws it up. “I’m yours as much as you’re mine. For better or worse, baby.”
thirty-one
CASSIA
MACE
God, you look delectable in that skirt.
Spying on me while I’m working is weird.
I like to think of it as admiring.
Don’t you have a company to run?
Fuck the company. Meet me at Casa Cipriani in an hour.
Again?
We’ve spent every lunch this week tangled up in a luxurious hotel bed, learning every inch of each other’s bodies and indulging in more cuddling than I ever have.
I miss you.
A grin tugs at my lips.
Unlike you, I have work to do.
Orion’s phone rings almost as soon as the message is sent. My eyes fly to the windows. Mace wouldn’t...would he? Orion’s blinds are closed, and it’s impossible to make out what he’s saying, but a few seconds later, he sticks his head out of his office, eyeing me. “Yourhusband called.”
Tony snickers from his post on the couch. The bodyguard thinks this whole situation is hilarious. If I wasn’t enjoying myself so much, I’d wonder why he’s so entertained, but for now, I’m simply enjoying the ride.
I bite back a grin and clear my throat. “Um, what did he want?”
Orion rolls his eyes. “I know I told you guys to get your shit together, but I didn’t mean this.”
