Page 63 of Mistletoe Missus
“Serves Beau right. I’m sure his father won’t be happy, and his career will go down in flames.” I nodded with a content smile as I turned to Mitt after the police cruiser drove off and sirens blared.
“Yep,” Mitt agreed and popped thePwith a sigh. “What a shame.”
I gazed up at Mitt with amazement and breathed, “Why?”
“After everything that man did to you, Wife, you deserved payback, and I already told you...” Mitt expressed as he touched my cheek, and I leaned into his caress. “I won’t haveanyoneinterfering in my fucking marriage.”
My heart fluttered. The organ did a complete one-eighty as it pounded against my chest. I could die right here, right now, and go to heaven as a lucky woman.
“Thank you,” I whispered with a small smile.
I touched the back of Mitt’s hand and moved it toward my mouth. My lips left a soft kiss on the palm of his hand, and I heard him groan. The sound was exciting. He thrilled me like no other man ever could and made me want things I knew I shouldn’t.
I was sunshine, and he was the grump. Light versus dark. Opposites who shouldn’t attract, but we had collided—spun out of control and were a total wreck.
Mitt gulped. “I’ll drive.”
“Okay,” I whispered and let him go as I made my way to the passenger side door.
As our eyes met from over the top of the car, I found myself trapped in a spellbound trance that never wavered. Even after we found ourselves in opposite seats, we couldn’t tear our gazes away. Mitt’s eyes swirled with passion, and I was sure my emerald eyes flashed with desire. Heat seared through me from my foggy head, all the way down to my toes. Arousal soaked my panties between my legs, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to soothe the ache Mitt had created. I had a hungry lust for him, and I no longer craved food. I only wanted my husband with his thick, big dick deep inside of me until I screamed for him.
Mitt caught on quickly. His eyes left mine for a split second only to peer at me shifting in my seat and when he looked back at me, I saw his inner beast. He was as ready for me as I was for him. I took my turn, staring at his erection bulging at the zipper of his jeans, and my mouth watered.
“Drive, Mitt,” I ordered, but he only stared at me.
All the temptations we had pent up had led us here—in the car he had given me shit for purchasing, only for him to let me keep it after he proved his point. Mitt owned me, but with ownership came advantages, and he allowed me to drive this expensive vehicle until we had parked on the side of the street. People moved around us. Anyone could peer in and see the heat igniting between us.
“Are you sure?” Mitt asked as he placed his hand to switch gears and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” I answered breathlessly.
Before Mitt changed from park to drive, I touched him. My hand had a mind of its own and caressed his hand. His nostrils flared with heated desire as he let go of the gear shift and took my hand in his. He brought the palm of my hand to his lips, their softness swiping over my skin, and I closed my eyes. A soft whimper escaped me as his lips traveled to my wrist. I wasquivering for him. My husband was the man I desired more than anything else in this world, and I needed him desperately. I needed him so badly, I did the one thing I shouldn’t do. I grazed the side of his face and brought him closer to me.
“Wife. Do you understand what you do to me?” Mitt asked, his breath hot against my lips.
“No,” I admitted.
Why?
Because Mitt was all over the place.
One minute he hated my guts and the next he saved me from ruin. He treated me as his, but not as property and as an angel—free to fly through the sky and do as I please because deep down, he cared about me. Even when he tried to hide the truth from his father.
“Fuck. I want to take you right here in this car and not give a damn who sees,” Mitt whispered as he touched my cheek, and I melted into him.
My eyes popped open.
“Then what’s stopping you?” I asked, my hand creeping up his inner thigh.
“Nothing,” he groaned as his eyes shot to my mouth. “Fuck it.”
Mitt crashed his lips down on mine.
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Wet Lap
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