Page 123 of Irresistibly Wild

“No.” She blushed. “I’veneverslept naked.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I set her down on the mattress. “Hold your hands up for me.”

“Am I getting arrested?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you asking so many questions all of a sudden?” She swayed back and forth. “Ask me to guess how many fingers you’re holding up next. It’s been a while since I played that game.”

“Tatiana, what’s going on?”

“Four fingers.” She giggled like a child. “Is that right?”

I pulled out my phone and called Ryan.

“Yes sir?” he answered on the first ring.

“What the hell is wrong with my wife?”

“She’s drunkandhigh, sir,” he said. “She bought a huge bag of weed Krispies and brownies from a dispensary after the brunch. I got her out of the public eye once I saw her eat five in a row.”

“Thank you.” I hung up and shook my head at Tatiana.

Gently grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

I stared at her red lace bra, trailing a finger against the silver clasp before unhooking it.

“I loved the way you used to suck on my breasts,” she said. “I still think about that when I need to get off.”

“Good to know.” I pushed her back further onto the mattress and pulled off her pants.

“What’s the meaning behind this black heart tattoo on your hip?” I asked, staring at it. “Was it something you got with someone else you dated?”

“Ha!” She laughed. “It’s an unfinished project that I’ll probably never complete. The heart was my way of fixing it.”

“Interesting.” I ran my hand between her smooth legs, gently tugging at the bow on the side of her see-through panties. Pulling them off, I tossed them on top of her pants.

I tugged on the edge of the blanket to cover her, but she grabbed my hand.

“I would like that reminder you offered to me in New York,” she said.

“Excuse me?”

“When you said you loved the taste of my pussy.” She moved my hand between her thighs, pressing down on my fingers until they touched her wet slit. “I’ve always loved the feel of your mouth on it, and I’ve lay in this bed every night wishing I could feel it again.”

“Tatiana,” I said, looking into her eyes, “What did I tell you when we first got married?”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Before that.” I smiled. “In the chapel.”

“You said, I do.”

“No. I said, don’t start anything you’re not ready to finish.” I pressed my thumb against her clit. “Remember?”

She nodded, spreading her legs a bit wider for me. “Finish…”

Without hesitation, I moved onto the mattress and pressed my palms against her thighs.

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