Page 110 of Irresistibly Wild

He slid a hand between my legs and found my clit, rubbing it with his thumb. “Say it.”

“Ahhhh…I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” He darted his tongue against my neck. “Foryears…”

My clit swelled under the pressure of his thumb's steady rhythm, and his cock was repeatedly hitting my spot.

The pleasure inside me rose and rose and rose, and I lost total control.

Throwing my head back, I moaned his name louder than I had all night, completely submitting and falling apart.

He held me taut as he reached his own release, but he didn't let me go.

We remained connected, struggling to catch our breath.

Pressing one final kiss against my skin, he slowly slid out of me. He pulled tossed the condom into the trash and pulled up his pants before readjusting the back of my dress.

Spinning me around to face him, he looked as if he wanted to say something, but no words came.

Instead, he sighed and pushed a few of my errant curls into place. Then he picked up my panties and stuffed them into his pocket.

I’d just broken my top rule of this arrangement like it was nothing, and given how easily it was for me to get emotionally involved with this man, I couldn’t afford to break it again.

“Mr. Carter?” I said.

“Yes?”

“Please don’t expect for that to happen again.”

“That’s fine.” He opened the door. “Your loss.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-TWO DAYS AFTER SAYING “I DO”

TRAVIS

Days Later

Las Vegas, Nevada

Think of something other than your wife. Think of something other than your wife.

I shook away the endless thoughts of being inside Tatiana—a feeling I’d missed for far too long—replacing them with images of Juarez. Then I slipped into my private octagon and traded jabs with my trainer.

With every hit, I envisioned Juarez’s face bloody and bruised, his jaw breaking in slow motion, and his mouth begging for mercy as I made him eat every word he’d said about me in the press.

“Enough, Travis!” My trainer screamed. “Fuck, enough!”

I slipped out of my trance, realizing he was on the ground with a bloody lip.

“Sorry about that, Max.” I leaned down and picked him up from the mat. “I got carried away.”

“No worries, sir.” The fear in his eyes revealed that he didn’t mean that. “How about a protein break?”

He left the cage without getting my answer.

I took off my gloves and followed him into the relaxation room.

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