Page 9 of Her Sweetest Desires
“Just trying to keep some things private.” I gripped his beard and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
Truce leaned over and pressed his lips against my ear.
“I can’t wait to watch you unravel when I finally get you alone.”
I shivered and turned my head so our lips connected again.
My brain wanted to emphasize that we weren’t alone, but I needed to feel my husband in some way. Truce had enough sense to pull away because I was about ten seconds away from climbing into his lap. He smirked and pushed me back slightly. I laughed and smacked his hand away from me.
Just as I was about to say something, we turned into the entrance of The Rushin Hotel and Resort.
“Seriously?” I screeched and did my best not to press my face against the window like TJ.
“Yeah, this was on your bucket list thing, so I figured we could knock out two birds with one stone.” The car stopped at the front, our driver climbed out, and Truce pulled me onto his lap. “I missed you these last few days. My list of shit for us to do is long, but tonight, it’s just me, you, and room service.”
“Okay.”
As the word left my lips, Truce smashed his mouth against mine.
I groaned, feeling him grow beneath me. Every part of me loved Truce Maxwell, but his dick was something special. My hips had a mind of their own, and I dry humped my husband. He gripped my waist with both of his hands and did his best to keep me still. Unable to help himself, Truce stuck one of his hands into my tracksuit pants.
Truce cursed as my wetness graced his fingers.
“Let me get you inside because I need more room.”
Since we’d been traveling, I decided I needed to shower so I could be freshened up for whatever Truce had up his sleeve.
“Ugh, that was exactly what I needed.” I laughed as I put on my body butter. “No TJ playing on the floor and no Tristian whining because he had to be put in his bouncer. I almost forgot what it felt like to shower alone.”
“Aye, not too much on my boys. Like their daddy, they love being up under you.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
They loved me, and I loved them, but there was just something about having alone time. Maybe Truce knew what hewas talking about. I giggled, and he looked at me with his head cocked to the side.
Truce got up and stalked toward me.
“What?”
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Sweets.”
I beamed. “Why thank you, handsome. You’re not too bad yourself.”
Truce licked his lips, took the body butter out of my hand, and used his free hand to push me on my back.
My knees fell open, and I watched Truce watch me. He eyed my center for several seconds, then reached out and opened me up. I squirmed beneath him, and his eyes found mine. Truce’s movements were slow, and I tried to be patient, but it didn’t last long.
I thrusted my hips upward, and he laughed.
“What’s wrong, Sweets? Am I moving too slow for you? All I’m trying to do is admire the wonderful sight in front of me. Can I do that?”
Truce took one of his fingers, dipped it into my wetness, then stroked my clit.
“God!” I huffed and prayed that He would forgive me for using His name in vain.
“If you run, you don’t get to cum. Don’t mess up my meal, Sweets. I eat until I’m satisfied. Do you understand me?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Truce assaulted me with his tongue.
