The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(48)

"Sir," I breathe.

Color flushes his cheeks, and damn, it’s something to see this big virile man reacting to the sound of my voice. I lean in until my lips are right in front of his, until I can draw in his breath without our mouths touching. "Sir," I whisper. His cock jumps. Gold flecks flare in the depths of his eyes.

"You have no idea what you’re doing," he growls.

"I think I do." I slide back, then skim my fingers down the length of him and squeeze. His dick throbs and grows bigger. My mouth waters, and I swallow. My nipples are throbbing with need, hurting to feel his hands on me. "Touch me, please."

He brings one big palm up and squeezes my breast.

"Oh, god!" I throw my head back as he relinquishes his hold on my hip and cups my other breast. He kneads my flesh, and I thrust my chest forward, chasing more of his touch.

"You like that, hmm?" His gravelly voice chafes across my sensitized skin.

I open my mouth to reply, but no words emerge. He’s barely begun touching me, and I’m lost in a miasma of sensations. He releases his hold on one breast, and the next second, I scream as he replaces it with his mouth. He bites down on my nipple through the thin lace of my bra. He tugs on it, and I pant. He swirls his tongue around the pulsing flesh, and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest.

"Sir, please, Sir," I whimper.

The next second, he’s rising to his feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders as he carries me over to the window nearest the bed. He pushes me into the glass wall, then hooks his finger inside the strap of panties. He tugs, and it snaps. He slides a finger inside me, and I groan, "Oh, my god."

"You’re so wet for me, Little Dove. Do you like what I do to you?"

I open my mouth to answer, but he begins to move his finger in and out of me, in and out. My eyes roll back in my head, and all I can do is whimper and push my hips out to meet his thrusts. It’s so good. So very good.

"Open your eyes."

When did I close them? I raise my heavy-eyelids, and once more, am held captive by his powerful gaze. I’ll never forget the possessiveness in his eyes as he slides a second finger inside of me and curls them. I groan and shiver as he stretches me around the girth of his thick digits. I’m so full, and he’s only fucking me with his fingers. He slides out his fingers, then back in, then again. A trembling grips me. My thighs quiver and I begin to slide down the glass as only his grip on my hip holds me up. He pulls his fingers out, then pushes them between my lips.

"Suck."

I obey. The taste of my cum mixed with that of his skin makes my head spin. He watches me closely as if gauging my response, then nods. He slides his fingers under the thin material of my bra. He tugs on it, and it snaps. My breasts spill out of the restraint. A gasp spills from my lips. He glances down at my breasts and when he licks his lips, moisture bathes the space between my legs. I want him to squeeze my nipples again. I want him to stuff his fingers—no, his cock—inside my slit. I need him to drill into me right now and fill this yawning emptiness inside of me. "Fuck me, please," I beg.

He smirks. Asshole smirks. For the first time since I met him, my Sir has a twinkle in his eyes and oh, lordy, it’s the most gorgeous sight ever. This is how Knight would have been if he wasn’t suffering from the trauma that he went through. And I’m the one who’s revealed this part of him. He might deny it, but spending time with me is doing him a world of good. It’s what makes me reach up and slap him.





26





Knight





"The fuck?" I glare at her. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you were holding back."

I hardly felt that slap, but my ego insists I obtain an answer. I stiffen, then lower my eyebrows. "Tell me you didn’t do that to provoke me."

"I did it to provoke you."

I chuckle. "You do not mean that."

"Oh, yes, I do." She nods.

"You’re trying to get a rise out of me on purpose?"

"Because I don’t want you to go soft on me."

"You wouldn’t like it if I showed you what I really want to do with you."

"I thought you were done hiding from me?"

"I’m not hiding. I’m protecting you."

"And I don’t want to be protected. I want you to show me who you really are."

This girl. She has no idea what she’s asking of me. I peer into her features, and once more, I see her heart in her eyes. Why can’t she, for once, show me she’s thinking of something other than me? How can someone so generous possibly want me so much? How can someone who is so honest, so real, so everything I’m not, always show me just how wrong I am for her in every way? How can I go through with this, knowing how much I’m going to hurt her? How can I afford not to when everything in me wants to own her, possess her, make her mine… even if it’s for one night only?

"You’re not ready for it," I growl.

Her lips curve. "You mean, you’re not ready for it, don’t you?"

"Fucking hell, you’re pushing me."

"Not enough because you’re still talking to me and—" She gasps as I push my substantial erection into the gap between her legs.