Page 47 of Illicit Temptation

My ache for her is damn near unbearable. But I’m on the edge of my control. I pushed all emotion aside to get her inhaler and bring her home. Now I’m a volcano, raging out of control.

The benefit of doing this in her oceanfront home is that her cries of pleasure will be carried off by the wind over the waves. Into oblivion. Along with the dirty secret we’re keeping from everyone.

Including being married.

My breathing is ragged, but her... She’s...

“Aw fuck, princess.” I hear her wheezing, and every taut muscle loosens. “Where’s your spray?”

“Bathroom,” she whines.

I lift off her and she lays there on her bed. Doesn’t even turn over. I lean down and kiss each ass cheek. “You did so good, love.”

I dive into the bathroom and sigh in relief seeing her inhaler on the counter.

I lay down next to her and immediately free her hands. When she goes to roll over, I hold her in place. “Not yet. Take your spray. Control your breathing. I’m done.”

“With me?” She sucks in the spray and holding her breath she says, “You’re done with me?”

Fuck, what a time to ask that? I never really agreed to a divorce. I’m stalling. Making her think I’m on board if she finds some roundabout way to process a divorce without anyone in her family, or mine finding out.

“I won’t ever be done with you, princess. I stayed celibate and waited three years to fuck you again. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Trace,” she whispers, blowing out streams of air.

“Aye?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about this morning.”

I kiss the side of her head. “I know you are. This was for your own good.”

“I need...” She swallows.

“You need what?”

“I need to come.”

Mybreathing stops and my blood heats to a painful degree in my veins. “Are you sure?” I fist my swollen cock over my briefs.

“Yes. Please.”

“You’re asking the right person.” I sit up. “We all have kinks, love. Get on your knees. Hands on the headboard. I want to look at what I did to your ass.”

“You’re sick.”

“Me? My spanking has you soaking your bedsheets. And now you want to be fucked.”

“I said I want to come.”

Adrenaline rushes through me. I lower my hand between her legs, my fingers brushing her folds. Heat radiates from her center. “I’ll rub your clit to make you come.”

Fuck, she’s throbbing. “Yes, right there.”

“What was that?” I tease. “You want me to stop?”

“Don’tyou dare! I’ll slit your throat in your sleep, notjust lock you up.”

Laughing, my cock thickens even more at the brazen threat. “If you come to my bed, I will fuck you. Even with a slit throat.”

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