Page 182 of Gloves Off

We’re perfect for each other, and I don’t know how I never saw it before. We wasted years fighting when we could have been doing this.

Inside the suite, he undresses me, his lips moving over my skin. My dress flutters to the floor and I stand there in my bra, panties, and heels. His eyes darken before he exhales a heavy breath.

“Are you okay?” I laugh.

“Yes.” He rakes a hand over his hair, gaze snagging on my chest, my waist, the tiny lace thong. “No. I don’t know. I see you and I can’t think. It’s always been like this. It’s...” He takes a deep breath. “Overwhelming.”

In the bedroom, he wears that handsome, just-for-me half smile as he peels the pretty lace off and I fumble with his clothes. My heart tugs at my husband carefully undoing the straps of my heels with a gentle hand around my ankle, treating me with reverence like I’m made of glass. So careful with me, and with the things I love.

He sets the heels aside before his lips find a pinched peak, sucking and teasing. Pleasure races straight to between my legs. He’s already fully erect, heavy and hot in my hand.

“Hands and knees,” he tells me in a low voice. At the flare of uncertainty in my eyes, his eyes soften. “Do you trust me, Georgia?”

“Yes.” My heart dips. I do.

“Good girl.” He nips my bottom lip. “Now, do what you’re told so I can reward you.”

Nerves trickle through me as I turn over and brace myself on my palms and knees. Being exposed and powerless like this is a new experience.

It’s Alexei, though, and I trust him.

His tongue meets my clit, and I gasp at the hot, wet sensation.

“Good?” he murmurs against my pussy, and I make a stifled noise of affirmation. “Words,” he demands.

“Yes,” I rush out, heat expanding through my body already. “It’s good.”

He works my clit with his tongue, winding me higher. God, this angle. It’s perfection. Pleasure swirls between my legs, my blood thickens, and I’m lulled into a hazy dream.

His tongue slicks over my back entrance. I let out a high moan, clenching with surprise and need.

“What about this?” He draws a light circle over it and heat gathers low in my abdomen. My toes curl. “How does this feel, Georgia?”

Lost in the sensation, so unfamiliar but shockingly good, I ignore his smug tone. Sparks gather around the base of my spine.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

“Do you want to stop?”

Another swirl of his tongue sends arousal rushing between my legs. I forget to answer, and he pulls away.

“No.” My eyes fly wide. “Don’t stop.”

“How does it feel, Georgia?” he asks again, patient but firm.

I hate that I find this bossy side of him so hot. I hate how he makes me bend like this, and I hate how much I love it. “Incredible.”

“Keep going?”

“Yes,” I beg.

He resumes those intoxicating, wet swirls. Even if I won’t come from this, my brain is searing with pleasure. It’s never been like this, so hot yet intimate. His hands grip my thighs before he delivers a sharp slap to my ass. Another jolt of heat races through me.

My head drops, hair falling forward. “Oh my god.”

“Hands behind your back.”

I don’t even argue, I just lower my head to the bed and bring my hands to my lower back, heart beating harder at how exposed and vulnerable I am right now. His warm hand bands around my wrists, giving me a gentle squeeze.

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