Page 184 of Sin City Lights

She’d never found the sight of a man wearing a wedding ring hot, but on him, it was.

“You have beautiful hands.” She closed his palm into a fist and put it to her cheek. Talented, capable hands. Hands that could land a broken plane or turn her into a puddle of exquisite pleasure in minutes.

“And beautiful shoulders.” She smoothed her fingers over them.

Shoulders capable of bearing her burdens.

“Don’t move.” She reached for the buttons of his jacket.

She undid it quickly. The vest was next.

Then she was gripping his head and pressing it, hard, to her breasts.

His nose nestled between them. He inhaled deeply. His tongue delved into her cleavage, licking. Her body lurched in a hard shudder, and she pushed him away.

He exhaled a frustrated breath.“You’re killing me.”

Her hands went to his tie. With quick fingers, she undid the knot, then took her time, silk sliding slowly off his neck with a softwhoosh.

She took his wrist and turned it, smiling when she saw the gleaming apple cuff links.

“These are sexy,” she murmured, fingering one.

“My wife likes me in cuff links. She bought them for me.”

“Your wife has good taste.”

“And she tastes good.”

“How badly do you want to taste her?”

“So badly. But she won’t let me.”

“She might, if you are good.”

“I’d rather be bad.”

“I need you naked.”

His silent chuckle confirmed he remembered that one too.

With swift precision, she took off his wedding whites, slapping his hands away when he attempted to help.

With everything off, her eyes roamed over his naked body, need hot and throbbing in her core. She’d always want him. Always love him.

“Lie back.”

He slid onto the sheets. She straddled him, then took hold of bothhis wrists, pinning them on either side of his head.

Slowly, slowly, she bent down to take his lips, breasts pressing to his chest. She felt his hands curl into fists.

She looked down at him. His face was flushed, blue eyes wild with arousal, his body rigid with self-restraint.

And yet he let her have him this way.

Her wonderful husband. His love would always be her everything.

She covered him then and leaned over to kiss him once again. He tasted of champagne and smelled of his familiar Hermès cologne. Her nose nudged just below his jaw. Flattening her tongue, she licked his Adam’s apple, delighting in the groan that escaped his lips.

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