Page 49 of The Heiress

I give her a show as I strip off my last-minute wedding dress. When I slide out of the last of my gown and walk toward the bed wearing nothing but a silk bralette and a horny grin, she stops breathing.

The lights of Vegas shimmer against her skin, flashing pink and gold across her cheek. She reaches for me, but I shake my head. “Back, Sheen. I’ve got something to do.”

“Bossy.”

“Married.”

I unwrap the harness with deliberate care, sliding the straps into place and giving her plenty of time to watch me transform. Is it dawning on her yet? Has she figured out what my fantasy is? Aw, she thought I wanted her to poundme?Ha! Who has time for that when I need to start my new married life off by asserting thatIcan top, too.

Lorde props herself up on her elbows. “You know this isn’t fair, right? I was going to seduce you with strawberries and a hot tub.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll still be all hot and wet.”

That earns me a full-body shiver. She’s already halfway out of her pants when I crawl on top of her, the strap-on pressing against her thigh.

The kiss this time is slower as if she must rethink her game plan. Her hands are everywhere – my waist, back, and hair. When I finally settle between her legs, she’s panting, eyes wide enough to swallow me in.

“Tell me what you want,” I say.

“You. Just you.”

I guide it between her legs, watching her eyes flutter closed as I slide it against her, teasing her until she gasps.

“Do you know how to use that thing?” She’s stalling. “Because I do, and I could give you some pointers.”

“I do know what I’m doing, thanks. Now, behave before I make you roll over and eat the pillow for our first time as two married assholes.”

Lorde’s fingers dig into my arms, but I take my time. I want this to last. God knows I am going to drink in the crazed look in her eye and the steady moans she’s already eliciting before I’ve even penetrated her ravishing pussy. Hmph. It still looks as good as the day I first tasted it. Wasn’t that like three days ago?

Kinda hard to taste it now. It’s occupied.

I press forward, slow and steady. She whines but trusts me to keep going. Her face flickers with disbelief and desire. Two things that look mighty fine on her.

She suddenly looks right at me with great clarity. “You’re mine now, you know.”

There is no resistance. My woman’s been wet since we got here, but I bet she never anticipatedthis.

“That goes both ways,” I say.

Lorde stills, the tension in her body growing tauter under my touch. I kiss her, reverently, and her façade slips away. No more of the practiced seductions she usually throws at women. I’m peeling open her heart and not only getting her to spread her legs for a femme like me. This is rarer than love for her.

Her hands curl against the satin sheets. Right. I was so caught up in how gorgeous she is that I almost forgot what I was doing to her.

“This is wild,” she murmurs. “You’re a font of surprises.”

“Good,” I say against her skin. “Give it to me. Take me. Whatever.”

My palm runs over her hip, then lower. Lorde Sheen, who can charm any woman with a wink, is squirming under my body like she’s never been undressed this way. And maybe she hasn’t. Maybe no one has ever seen her like this. But I’m not interested in her image.

I’m in love with her realness. The way her laugh sometimes breaks when it’s too honest. The way she presses her lips together when she’s scared that she’s said too much. The mischief in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking.

Oh, and the way she struck me down with one glance at a double date. She wanted to fuck the priss out of me? Great. Now I get to fuck the player out ofher.

I’m not fast. Not rough. Just deep. Intimate. With the kind of tenderness that is probably driving her bonkers.

Her back arches as she lets out a low, ragged moan, the sound of a woman unraveling. Her hands find my waist, then my shoulders, gripping like I’m the only thing tethering her to the life she’s chosen to live.

“Oh, myGod, Daze,” she pants, legs wrapping around my hips.

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