Page 81 of Filthy Little Regrets

My throat goes dry. Fuck me. Tattoos cover almost every inch of his skin. Both arms, his torso, legs. His thighs are thick—the man definitely doesn’t skip leg day—and his stomach is solid. An Adonis belt, a perfectly shaped V, leads to a cock I’ve been desperate to feel inside of me.

“Like what you see?”

I lift my gaze. “Maybe.”

Drying his body with the towel, he turns and watchesme, tipping his head as he slowly drags the material down his abs. He takes his time drying himself. I watch him with a growing hunger. I should probably be embarrassed by how desperate he’s made me, but right now, all I can think about are ways to take him for a ride.

“What are you doing in here?”

My pulse jumps. Fuck. The phone. “I was coming to finish what you started,” I say, dropping my hand to my hip. I’m wearing one of his shirts again, but it’s long enough to tease my thighs.

“Mmm. Is that so?” He hangs up the towel and prowls toward me.

I’d be lying if I said my eyes didn’t immediately drop to watch his dick sway. The silver beads of each barbell glint in the light. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” he says, stopping in front of me and placing his hands on my hips.

My breath catches, and I focus on his face, the hunger teasing the shadows in his gaze.

He lifts me, and I take a second to glance down, making it look like I’m worried I’ll fall, and check the phone. The screen is back to normal, but I need to close out of the site, otherwise I’m fucked. As my ass hits the marble counter, I spread my legs, hooking my ankles around his body and tugging him against me.

I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine, making a show of fluttering my eyes closed. Our tongues tangle, battling for control, and after a moment, I open my eyes and find his closed. I tease my nails along the back of his neck, letting him take control of the kiss and carefully move my hand to the phone.

His cock presses against my shorts, pulsing.

Fuck, this is distracting.

Focus, Cassia. If he catches you, who knows what he’ll do.I tap the screen, moving to tab view, and close out of the one I’d opened. Okay. Now to get to the home screen. Mace’s eyelids move, and I bring my other hand down, grabbing his cock and giving a hard stroke.

He groans, thrusting into my hand, eyes pinching shut.

Thank fuck. I quickly kill the browser, heart fluttering in my chest, and give all my energy to the kiss. Mace moves his hands to my ass, squeezing.

I break away, breathing in and grinning up at him as I move my fist up his length. “You’re so hard for me, Mace.”

He buries his fingers in my hair, tipping my head back and staring into my soul. “I know what you’re doing.”

My chest tightens and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shaking his head, he gazes down at my fingers wrapped around his dick and thrusts. “You’re trying to break my control.”

Relief rushes out of me in a sigh. Oh, thank fuck. “I’m trying to give us what we both want,” I counter. “Don’t you think your cock would look so pretty inside of me? Don’t you want to fill me up until your cum drips between my legs?”

His eyes snap to mine and he tugs on my hair.

My mouth parts and a wanton sound tumbles from my lips.

“Don’t talk like that,” he rasps.

I squint at him. “Why? Don’t you like your wife’s filthy mouth?”

He doesn’t respond, but his cock pulses in my hand.

A wicked smile cuts across my face. “Maybe you want to fuck my mouth,” I continue, giving him a long, tight stroke. “I swallow.” I bite my bottom lip and flutter my eyelashes.

“Cassia,” he warns.

“I’ve thought about how good you’d feel inside of me every day this week,” I admit, heat swirling in my core. “I’m so horny, Mace.”

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