Page 97 of The Mistake

She rolled her eyesbut walked toward me. I wished, in that moment, that she was naked. If she’d been naked I’d have been able to see the sway of those beautiful tits.

“You’re thinking naughty thoughts,” she said.

“Always.”

I grasp her wrist after she put down her cup ofhot chocolate, and pulled her against me.

We’d spent the last few weeks at my penthouse suite in the city as I had some business to deal with. For her reward I’d purchased a tree, an actual tree complete with a pot that she’d need to water. There were already too many pine needles on the floor to count, but I saw the happiness in her eyes, and that meant more to me than the mess.

She’d already put up a string of fairy lights around my office and across my desk. I told her she would have to pay me to haveChristmas in the office, and she already had. I had her spread wide across my desk and I’d explored every single inch of her with my mouth, finishing with my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

I loved her pussy. And her ass.I also happened to enjoy her mouth too. In fact, against all the freaking odds, I enjoyed every single part of my wife, and not just sexually either.

This was fucking insane. I’d never wanted a wife. I’d never wanted to betied down. There was no way I would have willingly brought a woman into my world. I know there was always the risk of them getting hurt.

Charlotte could get hurt, and the very thought of it was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. It was why she was always surrounded by my men. Hubert was always by her side if I wasn’t. At the penthouse suite, Hubert wasn’t the only one to keep an eye on her. I had men located on every single floor. There was no way anyone was getting to my woman without me being alerted to it first. I’d find a way to save her.

“Ive,” she said.

“What?”

“Are you going to help me with the tree or not?” she asked. “It’s our firstChristmas together.”

She’d straddled my waist and I gripped her hips, pulling her down so she was next to my cock.

“Yes, I’m going to help you, but how do you expect me to want to decorate the tree with all of these clothes on?” To make my point, I grab the edge of her sweater and pull it up and over her head. “Ah, you see, so much better.”

Charlotte giggled.“All you think about is sex.”

“True, but then I’ve got an insatiable wife, I’ve got no choice but to think about sex all the time.”

She wasn’t wearing anything but a white silk bra beneath and I ran my hands all over her body, and then went to the catch at her back. If she didn’t want me to, I would stop, but her eyes slid closed and her teeth came out to capture her lip. She wanted this.

Removing her bra was easy. When it came to her jeans, I had no choice but to move her off my lap and then take care of them. She helped me by wriggling out of them. It wasn’t long before I had her naked, and back to straddling me.

“I’m completely naked,” she said.

“And perfect. My interest in the tree is coming back to me in droves.”

Sherolled her eyes. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not. I’m more interested in putting ornaments on the tree than I amsitting here drinking hot chocolate.” It was real good hot chocolate. Michael had outdone himself. We’d both learned that Charlotte loved hot chocolate. He had served it after Thanksgiving as a special treat and my wife had looked so freaking happy. There was no way I was ever going to let her be without what she enjoyed the most.

“So you’re not interested in having sex with me?” she asked.

“No, you’re still on my lap?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bad liar?” she asked.

“I’m a great liar, when the situation calls for it.” I run my hands up her back and sink them intoher hair, pulling her down so I can kiss those luscious lips. They’re full, tempting, inviting, and I want her.

Charlotte kissed me. Her handswent to my shoulders. Letting go of her hand, I run my hand down her back, going toward the curve of her ass, where I can’t resist and squeeze the supple flesh. She released a moan and I swallowed it down after kissing her harder.

“You’re making it impossible to think,” she said.

“Then don’t think, feel.” It didn’t take me long to move her to the sofa so I was the one on top of her. Taking possession of her mouth, I didn’t linger, but slowly began to travel down her body, going toward her chest. I sucked one nipple into my mouth as I played with her other tit.

Trailing my tongue between the valley, I went towardher second nipple. I loved her tits. I couldn’t get enough of them. I didn’t know which one I liked the most, left or right. I didn’t care, I loved them equally.

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