Page 70 of The Retreat

“Oh, I’m gonna poke the bear, husband.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Colin

“Ithink it looks great. You should wear it to dinner,” I say to Owen when he comes out in the shirt I bought him.

“I don’t think matching shirts is appropriate attire for dinner.”

“He didn’t put a dress code on the invitation, and since he wants to stick to formal rules, he should have added expectations.” Two could play at his fucking proper etiquette for invitations crap.

“You’re right, but that isn’t going to make Oliver any less mad.”

I shrug. “Sucks to be him.”

“He’s already upset. I don’t think we should anger him more.”

I drop to my knees, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Owen asks, his voice stern.

Electricity sparks in my veins. “Anything,” I agree.

Owen reaches for my hair and pulls my face against the growing bulge in his pants. “Decisions, decisions.”

“Please, husband?” I bat my eyelashes at him and rub against his groin like a damn cat. “Let me suck you off.”

“When you ask so nicely, it’s hard to say no.”

“Then don’t.”

“We’ll be late.”

“He’s already going to be mad. You might as well get an orgasm out of it.”

Owen thinks about it for a minute before opening his pants and feeding me his dick. He’s warm and hard in my mouth, and I groan around him. I fucking love this. Love when he takes what I offer so freely.

Since we do have a time restraint, I get to work for a quick and sloppy blowjob. Using my hand to stroke him in tandem with sucking and licking and devouring. Owen thrusts into my mouth with a gasp and a shudder.

He throbs on my tongue, a sign he’s ready to come. It’s exhilarating to have this kind of power over someone. To know what gets them hot, how to work their body to get the reaction you want. It’s heady.

“Fuuuck.” Cum pools in my mouth and down my throat. A wicked smile turns up my lips as I watch him give into the pleasure. Give in to me.

He cups my cheek and gives me a soft, satisfied smile. “Thank you, princess.”

“Any time.” I wink and adjust my aching dick before I stand. “Let’s go see if I can get Oliver’s head to explode.”

Owen groans as we step into the elevator. Tonight is going to be fun.

The old man at the desk smiles at Owen as we head to the penthouse lift.

“Good to see you happy, sir.” He nods.

“Thank you, Geoffrey.”

I’m damn near giddy with anticipation. I have a jacket over my shirt so it can’t be seen—yet. I can’t wait for him to see them both.

“It’s concerning how excited you are about this,” Owen mutters.

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