Page 91 of Intense
She’s crumbling it, second by second.
And I’m allowing it.
She doesn’t say a word.
Just stares me down with that sharp, wicked glint in her eye, the one that says she’s done letting me hold the reins.
Good.
Let’s see what she does with them. Because there ain’t a chance in hell she will have them for long.
Her chin lifts as she stalks toward me, still in nothing but her black lace panties. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. Every nerve in my body is strung tight.
Her fingers graze up the lapels of my grey jacket. She doesn’t touch my chest. She’s a good girl, listening to my earlier warnings.
She pushes the coat off my shoulders and lets it fall to the ground; it’s like she’s just tossed another piece of my armor off.
Then she shoves me hard.
I drop into the chair behind me with a grunt, the wood creaking beneath my weight, and before I can even open my mouth, she straddles me.
Fuck.
Heat surges through me, my cock straining, already ready to tear through my slacks. She isn’t touching me yet, not properly, but her bare skin hovers just above mine, her breath ghosting over my cheek.
“I’ll strip for my divorce,” she purrs, “and you be a good husband and watch.”
I smirk, even as my pulse hammers. “You think this’ll get you out of it?”
“No,” she whispers. “I think it’ll shut you up for a minute or two though.”
Then she starts to move.
Not with hesitation.
With fire.
Her hips roll in perfect rhythm, pure fucking sin that I cannot resist. She trails her fingers through her hair, down her sides, over the soft swell of her breasts as she rocks over me.
It’s not just a dance.
It’s a threat. A warning. A weapon.
She’s marking me, without even touching skin to skin.
And still, I can’t bring myself to stop her.
My hands grip the edge of the chair. White-knuckled. Holding myself back, but only just.
“You think this makes you the one in control?” I ask, breathless.
She leans down, her breasts brushing my shirt, her lips at my ear.
“No. I think it makes you obsessed.”
She’s not wrong.
I should push her off me. Remind her who the fuck I am. Remind her that no one, not even my wife, gets to pull strings on me.
