Page 36 of His Vengeful Tradwife

He stalked around the court like an angry, jealous panther, barely even glancing at Amanda except to bitch at her when she missed a shot.

"So how about those private lessons?" Diego asked.

"Depends," I said saucily. "How's your groundstroke game?"

Maverick growled angrily and tossed his tennis racket in the corner, stalking over to me.

"This game isover.Come with me, Tallulah. Let's go to your room."

He reached me in a few strides and grabbed my arm.

My heart was pounding in my chest at his touch, but I only said coolly, "I was done anyway. I have a few papers to go over with you. I need your signature on a few things."

Maverick's hand moved down to my waist, curving around it as he guided me firmly through the cruise ship hallways to my own stateroom.

I had barely opened my door when his arms were around my waist, yanking me against his hard cock.

"You belong tome," he said. "Not any other man. I want us back."

"There's a little matter ofpaperwork," I said, pointing to a big stack on the desk. "We need to go over these proposed changes thoroughly."

But my big hotshot lawyer husband grabbed the stack and scrawled his signature on every page without evenglancingat them!

"I'll sign whatever you want," he growled. "Just let me have another chance with you. I need you so badly."

Then he flipped me around and pressed me up against the wall, his heart hammering into my chest.

"I know your body better than anyone," Maverick gritted out, kissing my collarbone. “I can make your bodysing, baby. I can give you so much pleasure if you just let me. . .”

He opened his mouth and sucked lightly on my throat, and I felt the quick sharp bite of teeth as my nipples tightened.

But I didn't think Maverick was unhappy enough to fuck, so I merely said, "Isupposeyou could try to get me across the finish line, but I do not want you touching me. Now let me go or you're not getting shit except a knee in the balls."

As he made a low, pained noise and let me go reluctantly, I pointed over in the corner.

"I have a new remote-controlled toy over there. You can use it on me, but no touching."

"But Iwantto touch you," Maverick begged, running his hands in anguish through his dark hair. "You know I'm sorry, Tallulah."

I moved to the bed, hopping on and flipping over so I lay on my back.

He followed me like a hunter, climbing on after me with hungry eyes.

"Fine," I said, and my heart had begun to beat a little faster to see him on his knees at the end of the bed, the white shirt sticking to his sculpted chest, his throat and back sweaty from tennis. "You can touch me, if I come before you. But if you come first in your shorts over there, no deal."

"Come in my shorts?" Maverick asked incredulously. "What am I, an 18-year-old frat boy? Of course I'm not going to do that."

"If you're so confident, then it's a deal," I said, holding out my hand, and he took it in his much bigger one. His hand was rough and firm and I yanked my fingers back to stop the lust that speared through me.

I handed him the controller and took out the toy. It was one of those alien warlord specials, a big thick dildo with various knobs and tentacles protruding from it.

Maverick frowned. "Come on, baby. I can fuck you way better."

"I don't see any tentacles onyourdick," I said. "This is the deal. Take it or leave it."

I spread my thighs wider and began to press the dildo in my pussy, and he took up the controller like I knew he would.

Once it was in, the knobs began to whir, stroking the walls of my sensitive channel, while the rubber tentacles waved in the air like little heat-seeking missiles seeking my clit.

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