Page 24 of Blackout-

A smile spreads across her face as she reaches for the toy. Before she can grab it, I toss it across the room and wrap my arms around her, rolling her onto her back.

“Next time you want to play, all you gotta do is ask,” I tell her, pecking her lips.

“And you’ll tie my tits up?”

“I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts if that’s what you want.”

“Ooh, that’s an idea,” she teases, lifting her head to kiss me. “My nipples could cut glass right now.”

“You want me to draw you a bath?”

She shakes her head.

“I just want you to hold me.”

Dipping my head, I take her mouth again and kiss her softly. I take my time and slide my tongue over hers, caressing it…loving it… savoring it. I kiss her and kiss her until she becomes a puddle in my arms. Then, I pull away, roll onto my back and take her into my arms.

“I’ll hold you forever,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. Content, I close my eyes and together with the sun shining through the slats of the blinds, we fall asleep.

After all, Sunday’s are for fucking and resting.

Fuck. Rest. Repeat.

My ringing phone interrupts the cycle and before we can go another round, I lift the offensive piece of shit to my ear. If it was anyone other than Jack calling, I’d let the fucking thing go to voicemail and enjoy my wife’s mouth on my cock. But I haven’t spoken to the man since he’s gone off the rails and I decided to fuck my sobriety. It’s time the both of us pull our heads from our asses and deal with everything we’ve been trying so hard to avoid.

Threading my fingers through Lacey’s hair, I hold the back of her head with one hand as she sucks me off and try to focus on Jack’s booming voice.

“What the fuck took you so long to answer?”

“You don’t want me to answer that, brother,” I grunt.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Black.”

“What do you need, Jack?”

Lacey’s eyes snap to mine as she smiles mischievously around my cock. Her tongue slides up the shaft and flicks over the engorged head.

“Little vixen,” I hiss, covering the mic on the phone.

“You going to tell my, daddy?” she taunts.

“Lace,” I warn.

“Wonder what he’ll say…”

“Black are you fucking hearing me?” Jack shouts into the phone.

Narrowing my eyes, I watch Lacey, jerk my cock into her mouth and bring the phone back to my ear.

“What?” I grind out, closing my eyes as she rolls her tongue.

“Church after dinner,” he grunts. “Reina’s cooking. Be here by four and then we’ll roll out of here.”

“Yeah, okay,” I reply. “Four o’clock.”

“Black.”

“What is it, Jack?”

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