Page 107 of Flame
Foxx lunges at me.
I shriek, scrambling off the chair. I leap across the end table, knocking over my glass of wine and nearly bashing my knee in the process. As I scurry around the room, Foxx is behind me. Somehow, I wind up behind the couch near the door to the bedroom. He’s on the other side of the coffee table near the chair that I was just occupying.
My chest rises and falls as I struggle to breathe. Goose bumps spread across my skin. Foxx’s smolder makes me shiver.
“You’re in a very powerful position right now, Mrs. Carmichael.”
I love it when he calls me that. “Oh, really? Why is that?”
“Because you hold all the cards.”
“What cards?”
“You decide Calvin’s fate. You decide whether I’m still friends with your brother.” He smirks. “And you decide whether you get properly fucked on the last night of your honeymoon. It’s all up to you.”
Damn.
He moves to the side of the table. I smile, moving to the other side of the couch.
“If I’m in the powerful position, what does that make you?” I ask.
He chews on his lip.
“Oh, come on,” I say, teasing him. “If I’m in the position of power, that means you’re in the position of weakness. And you can help yourself tonight if you just tell me what you were going to tell me earlier.”
His eyes twinkle. “There it is.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Stop it, Foxx.”
“Oh, that’s right. Tell you what I was going to tell you on the kayak before yourudelyinterrupted me.”
I drop my hands. “I got nervous, okay? And excited. And you were talking so much, and it was taking so long, and I just needed to know.” I pop out my bottom lip in a pout. “Why don’t you talk now? I’ll listen.”
“Nah. I’m good.”
The man has the courage to walk away from me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, gasping.
He grins. “I need a drink. Want anything?”
I gave it my best shot. I really did. But I can’t take it anymore.
“Yeah, I need something. Answers,” I say. “Fucked. And if you won’t give me any, then—oh shit.Foxx!”
My giggle breaks through the air as he sweeps me off my feet and tosses me over his shoulder. He bites the side of my ass, carrying me to the bed.
“Now we’re getting somewhere—ah!” I say, giggling harder as I’m tossed on the bed.
I barely hit the mattress before he’s on top of me, straddling me like I do him. I look up at my husband and his beautiful body and handsome face. The tenderness in his eyes.
He takes my hands and holds them above my head. I admire the lines in his biceps as he stretches over me.
“Now that I have you where you can’t move, I’m going to tell you something. And if you start to talk,” he says, talking over me, “I’ll put my cock in your mouth.”
