Page 41 of Rim Job

“Ow, crap. I’m sorry,” I apologize, my hand over my mouth, checking for blood.

Rim laughs, then his hand moves from his mouth to slip around my waist, pulling me into his muscled, Grecian god-like body. “Allow me, wife,” he whispers; and I do.

His pillow-plump lips brush mine, and his warm, always mysteriously minty breath heightens my senses as he gently sweeps his tongue along the seam of my mouth. I moan, beginning to melt into him. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from sheer bliss. His kiss is the best drug, and is turning me into a junkie. My knees wobble. My heart pounds against my ribs as his fingers span my waist, and then they start to tread lower.

Oh, hell that feels good.

My insides tremble, his touch making it hard to stay upright.

“Rim,” I moan his name, almost a prayer.

“Christina,” he purrs, and I shiver in his grip as his hands squeeze my ass, lifting me to straddle him.

Yes, yes, yes!

He carries me to the bed, kissing me as he goes. I dig my nails into his shoulders and start to grind on him.

“Bloody hell, woman,” he pants as he lays me out on the bed and covers my body with his. His weight pushing down on me feels divine. His hands are all over my body, gripping and rubbing as he breathes over my mouth. I raise my head up and nip at his lip before I steal a small kiss.

His lips begin to roam. “Mmm, wife,” he growls into my ear.

I melt at his pet name for me. Something that just yesterday pissed me off, now I kind of long to hear him say. I’m not ready to share that with him just yet, though.

“Don’t call me that.” I whisper my chastisement, my heart not in it at all as my skin prickles with awareness at his proximity.

He pauses momentarily. I hold my breath.

Shit. Did I kill the moment?

“I don’t think you mind that term at all, Christina,” he mumbles the words into my flesh as he kisses along my jaw. Nip, kiss, nip. His repeating pattern draws a longing sigh from my lips. “I think you might actually like it. Don’t worry, love. I won’t tell anyone you like being mine. It’ll be our secret, for now.”

Damn those words, that accent. How could anyone not want to be his?

He takes my earlobe between his teeth, and another moan slips from my lips. My weakness. Nip, kiss, nip, lick.

My body is a firework, wound up tight with anticipation, ready to explode in beautiful color.

“Rim,” I purr. How the hell this man can draw out such sensation in me is insane. Try as I might, I can’t help but flashback to the jet, the shower. The way his hands traced my curves. Similar to now but something seems different than before. It’s as if selling this lie to his family makes it seem a little more real. Tangible. I know once I’ve fulfilled my purpose and this ends, we’ll part ways, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my husband right now. Definitely the Rim Effect.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Shite.” Rim rolls off me to fish his phone from his pocket.

I lie here, panties wet, nipples painfully hard. I exhale a shaky breath, trying to get myself back together.

“I’m sorry, love. I have to take this. It’s my father.” His eyes twinkle as he leans over me and kisses my lips briefly before he gets up from the bed and answers hisphone. “Yes, Father,” Rim says as he pushes down on his hard-on.

I giggle at the sight.

He turns back toward me. “I’ll be back to take you to dinner in just a bit,” he whispers, with his hand held over the phone.

I wave as he exits.

Shit. So much for getting some.

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I get up and dig my phone out of my purse. I need to get ready for tonight. No way is that man blowing me off after our dinner tonight. I need to look good. Real damn good.

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