He shrugs off his shirt and I stare, just waiting for the words I want to hear. I can feel his ego swelling, and as much as my hands ache to touch his painted skin … I wait.
“Enjoying the view?”
There it is … that voice I swear vibrates the most intimate parts of my body. Biting my thumbnail, I meet his gaze and nod.
“Anything else I can do for you?”
God! It just keeps getting better.
Another nod.
He smirks.
“Pants off.”
He stands, unfastening his jeans. “As you wish.”
I don’t instruct him to take off his briefs, but I don’t complain when he does. I’m too mesmerized by his arousal.
“Now what, sexy?” He’s so comfortable in his skin, confidence dripping from every inch of his flesh.
I twist my lips to the side, a slight squint to my eyes. Holding up a “wait” finger, I retrieve my robe tie from the bathroom. As I walk back out to the kitchen, Trick’s eyes home in on the tie in my hand.
“Husband.” I give him a wicked grin.
“Wife,” he says with slow apprehension in his voice, eyes flitting between mine and the tie.
“Ever been tied up, Mr. Roth?” I tilt my head to the side.
Fucking lip twitch. I love it!
“Not … that I recall.”
“You up for a little fun?”
“Bring it on, sexy.”
“Come.” I turn and drag the rug by his bed over to the large steel beam in the middle of the room. “Lie down.”
Trick grins and obeys.
I bring his arms above his head and tie them together, then secure them to the beam.
“My wife’s a kinky little temptress.”
I nod slowly while stripping for him. “Do you have any idea how much I appreciate you taking care of me over the past few days?”
His eyes fall to my breasts that spring free as I remove my bra, but I leave on my pink lace panties. “I think so.” He swallows.
Kneeling, I straddle his legs. “Well, tell me when you know how much I appreciate you.” I lean forward, running my tongue up the entire length of his erection.
“Fuck, Darby …”
I grin just before taking him in my mouth, teasing him until his hips begin to jerk off the floor.
I look up as he looks down, lips parted, eyes squinted, and arm muscles flexed, tugging against the restraint. No warning needed, he knows by now that I’ll take everything he gives me. After a few long minutes of my mouth, lips, and tongue paying homage to the best husband ever, he grunts, “Fuck!” releasing into my mouth.
After taking every last drop, I smile, licking my lips. “Do you feel appreciated, husband?”
Breathless, he nods with a relaxed grin. There’s a couple seconds of unmistakable vulnerability in a guy’s eyes right after he loses control from the touch of a woman. Priceless!
I sit up, crawling to the top of his body. “Good. Now, I’m feeling a little neglected. Think you could help a girl out?” Straddling his face, he wets his lips as I lean forward, grabbing the steel beam with my hands while lowering to his mouth. I moan just from the feel of his hot breath against my lace panties. Making him work for it is half the pleasure as he licks and sucks the wet crotch of my panties.
“I’m so fucking hungry for you.” The deep voice takes me from wet to drenched.
“Trick …” I breath out his name as my heart rate escalates. Circling my hips as his teeth tug the thin material to the side, I drop my chin and watch his tongue lap a slow stroke up my bare sex. “Oh. My. God …” I swallow hard as his eyes meet mine, a grin pulling at his lips.
“Shit!” I hug the beam for support, pulling up to my feet, knees weak. “Tamsen! She’s coming!” I whisper with panic as the clank of the elevator sounds on its assent. I race to the bathroom to grab my robe, that won’t stay closed because my tie is being used for—shit! My naked husband, still tied up and sprawled out on the rug doesn’t so much as show a flinch of concern for his state of exposure.
“You pulled too tight, I can’t get the knot undone,” I whisper, hands shaking.
“And that’s my fault?” Trick raises one smug eyebrow.
“Crap!” I grab a blanket from the couch and cover his body with it just as the elevator screeches to a halt. “You’re back early?” I smile, holding my robe closed as Tamsen steps off the elevator.
Her brow wrinkles as she looks me over then glances around. “Yeah, my friend, Debra, her husband called because their daughter was running a fever so we ended it early. Uh … where’s Trick.”
“Naked under this blanket and tied to the beam.” My skin flushes at the sound of Trick’s unwelcome voice.
Tamsen cups her mouth with her hand and tries to hold back her laughter but fails. “You two are … quite the pair.”