Hand still on my stomach, he bent me forward a little, until my ass was pressed against his cock.Oh yeah, he was hard.Theheat and solid length pressing into me made my mouth water and my pussy clench.
I rolled my hips in a slow, teasing wiggle that had him exhaling in a rush, like I’d knocked the air from his lungs.
“Careful, wife,” he whispered in my ear, thumb circling my nipple. “I don’t mind fucking you before you meet the staff.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, husband.”
His deep chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.
“Go get your bra,” he ordered, releasing me.
I pouted with both sets of lips.
“Hurry up, sexy. Before I really end up bending you over that dresser.”
My savage was so damn close to emerging. Smiling, I strode over to the dresser and found a bra. I was already sliding it on as I returned to him.
“Turn around, I’ll hook the clasps for you,” he offered.
“You seem to have done this before,” I pointed out, turning around.
“Only for you.”
He knew how to keep me smiling.
“Done,” he told me, then spun me around again and reached for the waistband of my pajama pants.
He began sliding them down my body, thumbs brushing my hips as he worked the fabric past my thighs. When they dropped to my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
“I was hoping you’d forgotten your panties too,” he told me.
“Maybe next time,” I answered with a wink.
His gaze made a slow, lingering sweep over me, from head to toe, leaving me feeling naked before he met my eyes again.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
Was I blushing? I’m pretty sure I was blushing.
“We have to hurry before Dolores comes looking for us,” I told him.
“Damn, why did I schedule this meeting?”
With a sigh, he dressed me the same way he’d undressed me, unhurried, fingertips grazing my skin, leaving me shivering. I’m pretty sure this whole undressing and dressing me idea was just an excuse to put his hands on me.
If he wanted to feel me up, all he had to do was ask. When he pulled the one-shoulder top into place, his hand lingered at my collarbone before sliding higher, wrapping gently around my throat.
He gave the faintest squeeze, but it was enough to make my breath hitch and send heat rushing straight to my pussy. I looked up at him, eyes wide, pulse pounding, wondering what he was about to do next. Just that squeeze had me on the verge of saying fuck the staff.
“Do you plan to put on lipstick or anything?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then I should kiss you before you do that, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes,” I said again, gaze never leaving his.
My husband lowered his head and claimed my lips in a kiss that had my nipples pebbling. His tongue caressed mine as his thumb slid along my neck. I moaned when he gave my throat another gentle squeeze.
