Page 106 of Desperate Actions

This is our room.

She makes no move to cover herself, and fuck if that doesn’t drive me insane.

Her skin is glowing, a soft pink flush dusting her cheeks, her shoulders, the tops of her full, perfect tits.

I want to drop to my knees.

Worship her.

Devour her.

I swallow hard and hold up the glass.

“Drink?”

She shakes her head.

I toss mine back, setting hers on the dresser.

Then I walk straight to her.

I drag my fingertips down her spine, watching as goosebumps rise in their wake.

She shivers—and I swear, it’s the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I lean down, pressing a kiss right where her shoulder meets her neck, inhaling her sweet, clean scent, and she melts for me.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are today, Mrs. Ramirez?” I murmur.

She bites her lip, her head tilting instinctively to the side, granting me better access.

An invitation.

A silent plea.

And I think maybe I am not alone in this obsession I have for her. Maybe she is just as helpless as I am. Just as desperate as our hungry actions prove.

“Sammy,” she moans, and that sound—fuck

It shoots straight to my dick, a pulse of pure need throbbing inside me.

I cup her soft, heavy breasts, rolling my thumbs over her already hard nipples, and she gasps, her body arching into my touch.

She’s perfect.

Everywhere I touch her—so soft, so sweet.

A goddamn feast for the senses.

“Christ, I need you, Wife.” My voice is raw, hungry. “Tell me I can have you.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

Doesn’t question.

“You can have me.”

Then she spins in her seat, crashing her lips to mine.

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