The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(114)

"Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you feel good, baby. Part your legs for me."

She does.

"Now go back to reading." I jerk my chin toward her Kindle.

She blinks. "You’re kidding, right?"

"I want you to have the full experience."

"What’s that?"

"Having an orgasm and at the hands of your real-life husband, while you’re reading your spicy Dramione inspired fiction."

She swallows, and her eyes glitter with unshed tears.

"What’s wrong?"

She shakes her head. "Everything is so right."

"Good, now focus on your written word."

She slowly turns her gaze back to her screen. “Oh you cued the device to the smutty bits, you—” She gasps for I’ve slid my fingers between her thighs. And when I slip my fingers inside her, a whine slides from between her lips. Her fingers tremble, then clutch at the Kindle. I weave my fingers in and out of her, and a soft groan spills from her lips. I bring my other hand down to pinch her clit, then curve my fingers inside of her. She cries out and her back arches. The Kindle slips from her fingers and falls into the water.





69





Penny





"No, no, no, my Kindle." I try to sit upright, but he pinches my clit, and I detonate. The orgasm flows through me like the water slithering between my thighs. My toes curl. I throw my head back and into the pillow that cushions me from hurting myself. I come and come, dimly aware that he’s continuing to work his fingers in and out of me. With his free hand he, pinches a nipple, and a second orgasm rips through me. He twists the nipple, and a sharp flash of pain zips down to meet the spot where he’s thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

He adds a third finger and a fourth, and oh, god, that feels so good. I squeeze my thighs together, holding his hand captive. Then reach down and grab at his broad wrist. It only spurs him on, for his movements become more frantic. He brings his head down and bites down on my other nipple, and I cry out. "Oh, my god, I’m coming again!"

He continues to pinch my nipple, sucking on my other one while his wicked fingers press down on that secret spot between my inner walls, and my eyes roll back in my head. This time, the orgasm arrives with no warning. One minute, I’m panting; the next, I’m flying through the air. Black spots cloud my vision as I scream. I begin to slump, and he slides his arms under me and lifts me out of the bathtub.

"My Kindle," I manage to gasp out.

"It’s waterproof," he murmurs.

Of course it is. I try to say it aloud, but my limbs are so heavy. The combination of the bath and the orgasms has relaxed me to the extent I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My last recollection is of him drying me gently, then slipping me between the covers. He turns me over on my side, and when he spoons me, any remaining tension in my muscles dissolves. I shut my eyes and allow sleep to claim me.





A soft sucking sensation between my legs penetrates my haze. I push up my pelvis, trying to chase the sensation. A warm chuckle fills the air, and I know why.

He’s between my legs, with his head on my thigh. He blows on my center. I shudder. He licks up my pussy lips and slurps on my clit. I moan. I feel his lips curve against my core, then he slips his tongue inside me. My nipples ache, my scalp tightens, and every cell in my body awakens. That awareness, combined with the sleep that dulls my senses, is a contradiction that turns up my arousal. He traces the outline of my clit with his tongue, drags the stubble of his jaw over my sensitive core, and goosebumps pop on my skin. I reach down blindly, grab at his hair and tug. A growl vibrates over my center. Sensations crowd my skin. He nips at my clit; I cry out. He cups and massages my breasts while licking into my cunt and slurping on my pussy lips, and a rainfall of pleasure courses through my blood stream.

The climax whispers over my nerve-endings, sparking the happy parts of my brain. I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips as the orgasm embraces me in its warmth.

I drift off to sleep again. I wake up two more times, and each time, he makes me come. The first time, I’m on my side and he’s behind me with his cock inside me as he stretches me around his girth. He slides his hand between my legs and plays with my clit until the orgasm settles over me like a veil, seeps in my blood, and passes through me like a summer shower.

The last time is when I flutter my eyelids open to find him hovering over me. The first rays of dawn stream through the windows and bathe him in a blue-gold light that turn his green eyes into pools of need so powerful, my breath catches. My entire body is aflame with an answering desire. My bones have turned to jelly. I can only hold onto his probing gaze as he drives into me. I clamp down on his dick with my inner walls as he fills me. Open up my heart and let all of my feelings for him come to the fore as, with one final thrust, he hits that spot deep inside me that only he knows how to find. This time, the orgasm engulfs me and carries me away, over the edge, to a place I haven’t visited before.

Now, I open my eyes to find I’m alone.

My throat hurts a little. Guess I must have cried out when I shattered that last time. I stretch and, inch by inch, my muscles relax. A pleasant heaviness lingers between my legs, but otherwise, I feel so refreshed.

I glance around, and literally, everything around me sparkles. Whoa, if this is what it means to be taken care of and given five O’s in one night, then sleeping with the hard-muscled, chiseled body of my husband curled around me does to me, I’m not complaining. I throw off the covers, push my legs over the side of the bed and sit up, then spot the note on the nightstand.