Page 101 of War

“God, Tyler, please.”

“Please, what?” My cock throbs painfully against my zipper. “What does my wife need?”

“I need you. That’s it.You.”

Fuck, I love this woman. I can’t get enough of her soft lips, her warm mouth. I kiss her again.

“The first time I make love to you can’t be in a closet at a party with everyone we work with nearby.”

She giggles. “You said we don’t work together.”

I arch a brow. “You remember what I said the day we met?”

She nips at my chin. “I remember everything.” Her hands skate down my chest, and then she’s unbuckling my belt. “I’ve been waiting to be fucked bytheTyler Warren for years. Don’t get shy on me now. Besides, it’s not a closet.” She looks around the space, though I don’t take my eyes off her. “It’s too big. More like an empty office.”

Chuckling, I pull her to me and tug on the fabric tied around her neck. When I release it and her tits spill free, I curse. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

In a rush, she pulls down my pants and boxers. Bracing myself against the door, I tear them off, along with my shoes. My blood isrushing in my ears by the time I lift her dress, and satisfaction shudders through me when I pull on her lacy underwear until it breaks.

“Hey,” she mutters as I toss them to the floor. “I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a pair in every color.” I ease her dress over her head and add it to the pile. My tie and jacket follow. Impatient, I leave my dress shirt on but push the sleeves up. Then I step back.

She glares at the space between us, then at me. “What are you doing?”

I snag my jacket off the floor and find the remote. “I can’t fill you right now because something else is in my place.”

She slips a hand down her hip, going for the toy, but I stop her with atsk.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her eyes flare in annoyance. “Tyler.”

“Palms flat against the door.”

“What?”

Head tilted, I clench my teeth and bite out my next words. “Ass and palms against the door. You asked me to make you come. Don’t tell me how to do it.”

“But I want you,” she whines, her words breathy. God, I love her like this. The woman who’s defiant only with me, who’s always meek with others, is now needy and desperate. Not holding back who she is or what she wants. And fuck if I’m not the luckiest man in the world, because what she wants isme.

“Then be my good little wife and let me watch you fall apart. Give me a show, and then I’ll give you the cock you want so damn much.”

I give myself a single harsh stroke to punctuate my demands. Attention lowered to where I’m still gripping my length, she slides her tongue over her lip, then sinks her teeth into it, so fucking hungry for release.

Finally giving in, she places her hands against the door, but like the tease she always is, she cants her hips and goes up on her tiptoes like the pretty ballerina I met that first day.

I drop to my knees so I’m level with her pelvis and press the button on the remote. As the vibrations begin, her pussy spasms. My dickthrobs so painfully at the sight I have to strangle it to keep myself from coming from just her scent and moans alone.

She writhes against the door, scraping her nails along the wood grain, searching for purchase. “Holy shit.”

“Look at you.” Mouth watering, I drag my eyes up from her throbbing pussy to her hips, then her smooth pale stomach and the swell of her tits.

Her pink nipples are so hard she’d probably come if I blew on one. Her jaw is slack and her eyes are closed. Fuck. I need her to come. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.

“You going to come for me, Vicious? Going to show your husband how pretty you are when you listen?”

“Fuck you,” she whines, though she gives me a pitiful smile.

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