Page 45 of Sinful Deception

“And yet, you’re still on the phone. Bye, Lix.” I pull the device from my ear and tap the red dot to kill our call. Then I toss the phone away and crawl over top of my wife. “Are you looking for your shoe, or are you mentally taxed and simply walking in circles?”

She bites my palm and smirks when I wrench it away.

“Can I not be mentally taxed,andlooking for a shoe,andpissed that my husband would demand my time when I’m clearly busy doing something else? Add in your unprovokedattack and hand on my face, and you should be pleased it’s your palm that hurts, and not your nuts.”

“But my nuts do hurt, Minnnnka.” I reach between us and carefully maneuver her legs, so instead of them being a tangled mess crushed beneath my weight, they open and wrap around my hip. Then I rest my hardened cock on her core. “See? So neglected. So sad.”

“So dramatic.” But she rolls her hips anyway, taunting me with the heat of her pussy. “You act like it’s been eons since we were last intimate.”

“Ithasbeen eons.” I grind down against her. “It’s been a day and a half. I’m dying.”

“God.” Laughing, she drops the shoe to the floor and brings her arm back up to drape over my shoulder. “I understand you’re feeling stressed right now. But a day and a half is hardly something to whine about.”

“Says you.” I look down to find her stomach already exposed. Her shirt riding up and the swell of her breasts a temptation I don’t even pretend to fight. “You’re married to me, Mayet. So I can understand if you walk through life and think, ‘Meh, he ain’t all that.’But I’m married toyou.” I duck in and nip at the soft skin of her belly. “And I assure you, I walk through life itching for the next moment I get to touch you.”

“You’re fishing for compliments now?” She grabs my face and drags me up, then she stares into my eyes, warming me with her gaze and swallowing my soul with every inhalation she draws. “You’reall that, Archer.” She stretches her neck and places a kiss on my lips. “You’re everything. And you’re clearly in need of my time and attention tonight.”

“Every night.” I reach between our legs and slip my fingers past her panties. I don’t wait for her permission, and I don’t take things slow. I know her body now, probably better than I know my own. So I bury two fingers all the way to the knuckle andgroan when she cries out at the delicious intrusion. “I don’t need food to survive. Or sleep. Or air. I don’t need a comfy bed or a warm apartment or any of the other shit everyone battles for every single day.”

“Archer—”

“I just needyou.” I nudge her shirt up and reveal her swollen breasts, the nipples pebbled and daring me to taste, her skin covered in goosebumps, so I know she’s hypersensitive all over. “I can live without all the rest. But the momentyoubecome unavailable to me, it’s all over.”

“Oh God. Archer.” She rides my hand and digs her nails into the back of my neck when I take her nipple between my lips. “Shit.”

“We’re always gonna need each other.” I add another finger, because I enjoy stretching her wide and knowing it’s all for me. “We’ll always talk when something needs to be said.”

“Yes.” She pushes the back of her head into the couch cushion, her throat thundering with her racing pulse. “I promise.”

“If we need attention, no matter what else is going on, no matter if we’re mad or sad or busy, we’re gonna take the time and be whatever we need to be to make sure the other is okay.”

“Yes!” She squirms when I slip a finger into her puckered asshole, tightening her legs and pushing her heels into my ass to gain traction. “Always.”

“So we’ll never find ourselves in a situation where a guy like Beau Fox wanders in, and you look his way, even for a second.”

Her eyes snap open, her deep brown stare boring into mine. “Don’t say his name, or anyone else’s, when we’re together like this.”

“I’m just making sure you and I are on the same page.”

“We’ve been on the same page since we committed to each other.” She reaches between us and brushes my hand away.Rejecting me, if only for a moment. But then she stands and slides her panties down her legs, and when I straighten on the couch and rest my back on the cushions, she moves to her knees and slips her hands into my sweatpants. “Lift. Help me.”

So I lift and allow her to peel the stretchy cotton down my thighs until my cock springs free, and her eyes follow the purpling head like it’s the tastiest fucking treat she’s ever seen.

“You gonna suck my cock, Mayet?” I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her closer. But it becomes so much more fun when she fights me on it, holding her posture and staring instead. “Mayet…?”

“Say please.” She licks her lips and slides her tongue across the front of her teeth. “You know we use manners around here, Detective Malone.”

I cough out an almost silent, wildly desperate laugh. But then I tighten my fingers in her hair and force her closer. “Choke on me, Mrs. Malone. I want to see tears in your eyes and the fear that you’ll never breathe again. Then I’m gonna come in your throat, and you’ll tell methank youwhen it’s done.”

“So needy,” she purrs. “So bossy and controlling.”

“But you’re strong enough to take it.” I drag her closer and drop my head back when her lips part, but she uses her teeth and draws a stunned gasp from the depths of my chest.

“Seems we both wanna be in charge tonight.” She circles the head of my cock with her tongue, lapping at the shaft the way I’ve seen her lap at an ice-cream cone. “Unfortunately for you, you’re not getting what you want till I get what I want.”

“You want me to say please?” I lower my hand and pump myself, because it hurts not to. My whole fucking body stings for every second she’s on her knees and not sucking my dick. “You want me to use my manners?”

“I want you to fuck me like you don’t love me.” She grins when my hand falters. Then places her palms on my thighs andrises to her feet. She’s slow. Sultry. It’s a dance, but without the music. “I want you to make me come so hard, it almost feels like we did something wrong. I want to pretend I don’t want it, but you’ll take it anyway.”

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