Page 37 of His Wild Seduction

He’d already been the biggest, most powerfully built man I’d ever seen. But fifteen years was a long time. And he was even hotter now.

He’d added more tattoos to his collection. I remembered tracing them with shivering fingertips and had the urge to do so right now.

Swirling ink expertly crafted covered his bulging arms, his broad back, and his muscular thighs. Only his chest was bare, and I wondered why that was, but was too shy all of a sudden to ask.

Heat pooled low in my belly, and I suddenly remembered I was sitting there, slouched over, my belly rolls on full display. Clearing my throat, I straightened, but his eyes pinned me in place.

“Don’t move.”

My mouth gaped open, but before I could respond to his ludicrous command, he was there.

Josef’s big hands gripped my waist. He dropped his head, licking across the top of my tits with a groan right before he lifted me up.

Like I weighed nothing at all.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked.

“Taking a bath,” he replied.

“With me?”

“Yes. With you. My wife.”

“Why?” I asked as he stepped over the small ledge onto the first of three small stairs leading into the oversized bathtub.

The water was deliciously warm, almost hot as he lowered us down, so I was perched on his lap.

“Because I want to,” Josef replied.

His husky voice sent shockwaves of awareness rioting through my body. He wanted to. That was as good a reason as any.

Really, I didn’t have a response to that.

Imagine that. Me, rendered speechless?

“There are things we need to discuss. Air that needs to be cleared. But that can wait till we get home.”

“It can?”

“Yeah. It can. I’ve got other plans for now, Little Red.”

“What plans?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

Years of abstinence be damned, I was panting for him like a pro.

Even if my mind thought I couldn’t keep up with the demands of a man like Josef, my body sure hadn’t gotten the message.

My pussy ached with need, and I squeezed my thighs shut.

“Hold on, Baby,” he grunted, maneuvering me in the water so I was sitting astride him.

My eyes widened. I could feel him.

There.

Josef’s cock was hard and long. So fucking thick. It pulsed against my seam, and goddamn, I wanted him.

I expected him to just go in for the kill. But he didn’t.

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