Page 82 of Chaos has a Name
Happier.
They would overcome—like always.
Enjoying his naked wife, minus her heels and thigh highs, he caught her nipple between his lips, and suckled enough to get her to moan.
And she did.
Big-time.
When her eyes fluttered open, he found her hands, and made sure she was pinned to the couch as he began his journey lower.
Their fingers were twined, and she was trapped beneath him.
This was where he liked her.
Beneath him.
As he found her other nipple, this time, he was a little rougher.
When he tugged on the piercing, she moaned, trying to keep her voice down.
Only, it was so damn difficult. Her husband’s mouth was wicked.
“God. I want you, Elizabeth,” he admitted. “I’ll never not want you,” he added, going back and forth between the two nipples.
When he pulled on the piercing, her reaction sent shocks of electricity to his dick.
It drove up the heat in that room.
“Ethan,” she moaned, as he kept driving her wild with his mouth and her nipples.
She was now so wet, she felt like she would die if he didn’t take her on that couch.
Because his leg was right there, pressed to her, Elizabeth’s wetness woke him up even more.
When he set one of her nipples free, he stared down into her eyes.
“I love you. Thank you for protecting me this last week. I’m going to be good. I promise.”
She was grateful.
“I need you to protect me now,” she admitted. “I don’t feel stable yet.”
Oh, he understood.
Wyler’s cancer knocked her to her knees, but he’d help her get back up.
Ethan would do anything for her. While she could decompartmentalize just about everything, the one thing that would take her down, forever, was a family situation.
To show his wife what she meant to him, he took her mouth so fast that she gasped from the oral assault.
It was erotic.
The idea of having sex in her office…
Ethan Blackhawk was a man on fire, and she wasn’t saying no to this moment alone.
Not to him.
