Page 161 of Their Greatest Strength

“What do I do the ten minutes, then?”

He kisses my flaming cheek and curls his finger beneath my chin before taking my mouth in a slow, teasing caress.

“Keep looking out the window. I’ll be punishing you regardless of how much longer you stare at the men on the ice. Might as well get as much time as you can.”

I know the minute Jamie closes the bedroom door behind us that I’m in trouble.

My grin is cheek-pinching as I linger at the end of the bed and wait. His steps are heavy and slow, and I coil my muscles tighter, half leaning over the bed by the time he’s behind me.

“I’ve been rock fucking solid since you put on that show for me. I’m trying not to push your face into the bed and spank your ass raw, Blakely.”

I quickly unsnap my jeans and wiggle them down to my ankles while his gaze burns into me. Inch by inch, I free myself of the denim before leaving them on the floor. My ass is cold and bare besides the tiny string between my cheeks.

“Christ,” he curses, his thighs pressing against me. “Nate’s home.”

“He’ll have his headphones on by now.”

I jerk forward with a gasp when he brings both hands down on my ass with synchronized claps. His fingers dip into the flesh and pull before retreating. He pulls at the top of my thong and releases it, forcing it to snap against my skin.

“You’ve been driving me out of my mind ever since you made that comment about hockey months ago. I know it’s possessive and overbearing.I’mpossessive and overbearing.”

I reach a hand out for him and grab his knee, holding it firmly. “Possessive, yes. Overbearing, no. I like that you get jealous. It makes me feel wanted.”

“Fuck, baby. I want you all the time. Always.”

“Prove it,” I provoke, wiggling my hips.

“Only if you tell me that you forgive me for being jealous.”

“There was nothing to forgive,” I murmur.

That’s enough for him.

In a blink, he has the rest of our clothes off and my thighs spread at the edge of the bed. I press my chest into the mattress and hand over control to him, knowing that I’m going to be floating on a wave of pleasure any second now.

“You’re perfect, wife,” he hisses while dipping a finger through my slit and guiding it inside of me. “Tight, wet, and mine.”

“Yours,” I echo, pushing back, needing more.

He’s one step ahead, adding a second and third finger before I have to ask. Usually, that would have been enough to make me come right here and now, but tonight, I want more than his fingers.

“Fuck me, Jamie. I can’t wait,” I whimper.

“Okay, baby. It’s going to be snug.”

“I want it that way.”

He groans long and low, and then the head of his cock is breaching me, splitting me in half. My hips dig into the mattress while my nipples drag across the comforter, and I whine at the fullness.

“That’s it. That’s it, Blakely. Your pussy takes me so well, so good,” he praises, reaching along my body to take my hand as I push it across the mattress. “Almost there. You nearly have . . .Fuck.”

“Make me stretch. I can take it. I’m ready,” I gasp, already close enough to taste the explosion of pleasure on my tongue.

He shoves himself the rest of the way. My cry is silent, nothing but hot air escaping my parted lips. Then he’s moving,and I feel him deep enough to wonder if he’s in my stomach. A shift of his hips, and he’s expertly prodding my G-spot.

My eyes roll back. His hips smack my ass as he picks up speed, driving into me harder and harder. It’s not enough to just feel the pleasure from his movements, but when he folds himself over me and covers my back in kisses, the added love is what tips me over.

“I love you,” I whine before burying my face into the bed and crying out with the power of my orgasm.

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