“I surrender,” he managed. “I am yours, Countess. Completely and utterly yours.”
“Then come for me,” she whispered, and took him down her throat again, so deep that when she swallowed, he could no longer withstand the furious need to spend.
With a surge and a cry, he filled her mouth with his release.
In the aftermath, she tucked him gently back into his trousers and rose elegantly to her feet.
“I shall see you at home, husband,” she said cheerfully, as if she had not just shaken his world and it was every day that she surprised her husband with a visit and an orgasm that was still reverberating through him even now.
He rose from the chair with a growl. “To the devil with these ledgers. I’ll have one of my men tend to the floor. I’m going home with you to finish what you’ve begun.”
“Truly,” she began, “there is no need…”
“There is every need,” he corrected her. “If you recall from the first visit you paid this office, I am a man of action when presented with a challenge.”
“If you insist,” she said, grinning.
“I do.” Bending, he scooped up his wife.
She laughed as her arms flew around his neck. He loved that sound. And he loved her.
Wolf Sutton was a damned lucky cove.
* * *