Page 50 of Dangerous Encore
Right now, my head is filled with thoughts of Bella'sgroans.
Everything else seemsirrelevant.
My eyes go to the pot of cranberry sauce. "That's a lot of fuckingpineapple."
"Only three times the suggestedamount."
There's a flash of pride in my chest. When we met, Bella would never go off recipe. But she'll try shit now. And not just with food. "This monstrosity is why I have to wait to makeyoucome?"
"No." She takes my hand and places it between her breasts, right on the button struggling to hold her shirt together. "That's because I want totortureyou."
"I'll get you back for that,angel."
"I know." Her voice drops to that needy,breathytone.
She's counting on me teasingherback.
Which means it's a reward, not apunishment.
But I can't exactly complain about the state ofaffairs.
My wife is pressed against me, the flesh of her lush ass against my cock, her tits in myhands.
There's all this stupid fabric intheway.
And there's this fucking weird side dish on thestove.
But otherwise, it'sperfect.
Still, I need to makehercome.
I undo the top button of her blouse. "Panties.Off.Now."
"Here's the thing." She leans into my touch, shuddering as my fingertips skim the top of her bra cup. "I'm not wearingpanties."
Fuck, she makes meincoherent.
I turn her so she's facing the counter, the one where her phone issitting.
"Joel…" She leans forward, pressing her palms against the counter and her ass against mycrotch.
"Yeah?"
"Imissedyou."
"I missed you too, angel." I got in yesterday and spent the night making her come. But she left for work early this morning. It wasn'tenough.
It's been two weeks since we've been in the same place. And we only have a few days before we're back ontheroad.
I need moreofher.
All of her, allthetime.
I lean down to plant a kiss on hershoulder.
Herneck.
She turns so I can press my lipsagainsthers.
