Page 84 of Desperate Desires

“Hang on, Doc,” Ono said, freezing me in place.

“What?” I asked, my foot hovering in the air.

“You know what,” he growled, grabbing my hips and hoisting me up so I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.

My eyes widened, and a smile broke out across my face as I realized what he was doing.

My sexy, and apparently strong as an ox husband was carrying me over the threshold.

“Um, Boss?”

“Later. Everyone, get the fuck out,” Ono said, trusting Gio to follow orders.

And the man listened, hustling the men who carried in our luggage out the door before closing it behind him.

Not that I bothered to watch him or anything.

Nope.

My eyes were for my husband alone. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit my lip, earning me a squeeze from his big hands.

Ono didn’t stop at the entryway. He carried me like that all the way up the inside set of stairs to the main bedroom.

Our bedroom.

Chapter 25-Shelly

I’d worn a long knitted dress on the plane ride home, but Ono pulled it around my hips when he picked me up. My body pulsed as desire filled me.

It was a steadily growing ache, throbbing in time with my heart. A molten need, heating my blood, and making my vision hazy.

I was distracted, but noted the freshly painted walls and nice-looking furniture that decorated my new home.

I already knew Ono had great taste, and honestly, I could change it later if I didn’t like something.

None of that was important. No, the only thing that mattered was this single moment out of all time.

Being here with this man. My husband. And having him between my thighs. That was the only thing that mattered to me.

“Tell me what you want, Wife,” he rumbled against my mouth.

So close, I wanted to yell.

His lips were brushing, but not quite kissing, as he put me on my back on the enormous bed.

“I want you. Only you,” I told him honestly, because why start lying now?

That was all he needed to move, and move, he did, slamming his mouth into mine.

Dear Lord, I loved the way he kissed me.

He was rough and sweet at the same time. Making my toes curl and my pussy drip with desire for him.

He tore at my clothing, ripping away the fine material roughly, and for some reason, that turned me on more.

His lust for me, his desperation to have me naked, was an aphrodisiac I’d never experienced.

Everything with Ono was a first. It was all new and rare. I finally understood what Madonna meant when she sang Like a Virgin.

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