Page 50 of Mistletoe Missus
Tinsley
Istrut into my husband’s office with a bottle of champagne, two flutes, and the need to celebrate. An immediate divorce was in order, and I couldn’t wait to rub my latest expensive purchase in his face. We had a ton to discuss.
“What are you doing here?” Mitt huffed.
No cheery welcome for his wife. Not even a smile on his bitter face. Hell, I didn’t even get a peck on the cheek for my unexpected arrival.
I had never been in Mitt’s office, and the modern design was no shock to me. There was a cherry wood desk without a single picture on it and stacks of papers. There was a compact laptop with a pen next to the paperwork. His office had no personal touch to it, with large open windows and a beautiful view of the city. There was a light snowfall outside and a crisp, icy design was on the glass. There was a large bookcase with several books on the shelves, all neatly organized in rows, with different colored law books and bookends. His place of work was spotless, with a sofa for lounging when he worked late nights. He even had a personal bathroom with a shower. He had everything he needed, including a little mini fridge set up near the couch.There was no food, but I was sure he hounded his assistant to tend to his grumbling stomach.
“Why the long face, Mitt?” I asked with a pout. “I thought you’d be happy to see me?”
“Cut the bullshit, Wife.”
“Now, now... Don’t be grouchy,” I said as I stepped toward his desk and sat the flutes down. “I thought we could celebrate. You and me. Husband and wife.”
I heard Mitt grunt, which made me smile as I tore the wrapper from the champagne bottle, opened it up and poured two glasses of white liquid. I leaned a thigh against the desk as Mitt came around to my side and negative energy poured from him. A delicate glass of bubbly should help ease the blow.
Mitt clearly knew about the expensive purchase I had made because his unamused face showed it all. He bit at his lip to keep from lunging at me. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists at his sides, and I swear I saw an eye twitch. I had got to him, and it was only a matter of time before he got his assistant to call his lawyer. Funny since Mitt was a lawyer, but I guess even a lawyer needed his own lawyer to deal with his personal legalities.
Mitt grunted. “I don’t want any champagne.”
“But I wanted to make a toast and get a picture of us,” I said as I pulled out my cell phone from my purse and picked up a glass to hand to him. “Come on, Mitt. Do it for our fans.”
Mitt took the glass and laid it back down on the desktop. “No.”
“Awe... Why not?” I asked as I put my phone down and grabbed a flute.
“Because you spent thirty million dollars on a car.” Mitt glared at me with stone-cold eyes and grabbed the flute from my hand. “If you wanted my fucking attention, Tinsley, you got it.”
Mitt threw the glass across the room, and I gasped when the glass shattered against the wall. Startled, I had no time to react when he cleared all the items on his desk by pushing them onto the floor. More broken glass. The laptop made a cracking thud and paperwork flew.
My chest heaved from Mitt’s reaction, but I was proud of the fact that I had brought rage out of him. His anger, frustration with me and out-of-control behavior. My husband was an avalanche sweeping down the side of a snowy mountain, ready to wreak havoc on his wife.
“Oh, don’t be upset. I promise I’ll take you for a spin,” I teased as I pushed his buttons and reached out to touch his cheek.
Mitt grabbed my wrist. “Not if I take you for one first.”
Shit. My heart raced against my chest, and blood rushed to my head. A pounding sound I couldn’t stop raced in my eardrums, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. But I couldn’t deny how my pussy wept for him between my thighs.
“I’m not letting you havemycar.”
“Oh, I’m not talking about your car, angel. You can keep it. I won’t deny you having everything your stubborn little heart desires,” Mitt said as he tugged me in closer until his breath was on my lips. “But you’re going to have to try harder to get what you want because you belong to me, Wife.”
I gulped. “Good. I still want that divorce.”
“No. Instead, you will do as you’re told.”
Mitt caressed my cheek, and the pad of his thumb roughly grazed my plump lips as he parted them. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I let him, much too caught up in the moment to deny him anything else. My husband consumed me as I sucked on his thumb, and he moved it back and forth in my wet hole. My tongue swirled around his finger as I closed my eyes.Mitt couldn’t contain a groan, but he pushed down on my lower teeth.
My eyes popped open with surprise.
“Open. Up. Wife,” Mitt grunted each word before he spit in my wide open mouth.
His saliva was warm on my tongue as my eyes glowed up at him, full of desire he had sparked, and I was ready to light a fire between us. The heat was bound to devour us and swallow us whole. But I pushed back.
“I want a divorce, and I want it now.” I glared as the temperature inside of me grew out of control.
“I’ll never give you a way out, and I’ll prove it to you,” Mitt breathed as he ran his hand up the side of my face and touched the top of my head.
