Page 18 of Rump Roast


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The corner of his mouth hitched up as he ran a careful hand over his beard.

“Well, if you don’t come to me, I’ll be forced to come to you. And I doubt you’ll get much work done with me underfoot.”

A quick glance around the room and she could see the attendees slowly entering the event space. She’d landed the annual contract with their alma mater. But if she wanted to keep it, she had to always bring her best work. And anytime she stood for more than five minutes in this man’s presence, giving her attention to anything else was almost impossible. Distractions and work didn’t mix.

And her husband, Tomasso, with his big muscles and irreverent smile was one hell of a distraction she couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” she replied. “I’ll have dinner with you.”

***

“You’ve dragged me up here,” she muttered, leaning against the door, making her hip jut out. “I hope you have a reason for it.”

“A reason? Yeah, I’ve got a few of those.”

He pulled her into the room, securing the lock on the door as soon as it closed.

“The first,” he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply until they both had to tear their mouths away for air. “I always have dinner with my wife.”

They’d made that deal when his dad started handing more responsibilities over to him at work. His work days were longer, and after one too many nights of coming home late and finding Najah asleep, he’d instituted this rule.

Whether they ate together in person or via Zoom, they always took time to share the last meal of the day so they could check in with each other and keep their connection strong.

“Two,” he began again, “you work too hard, and I need to make sure that you’re stopping to take care of yourself.”

Najah was a workaholic who if not stopped, would work herself sick. She’d get dehydrated, fatigued, and then all of a sudden, she’d come down with a terrible cold because she’d worn her resistance down. He was her husband now, it was his job to protect her, even from herself.

“Are those the only reasons you wanted me up here in your suite?”

She snaked her arms around his neck, keeping his mouth close to hers, just like they both liked it.

He wrapped his arms around his waist, sliding his hands down to smack her glorious ass as he ground against her.

“Three,” he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and then smiled. “You left me with a hard dick this morning. I’ve been dying to bury myself in that beautiful ass of yours all day.”

“Awww,” she cooed. “Poor baby. We can’t possibly have that.”

She pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, then made quick work of removing his tie, and then dress shirt. Next, she undid his buckle and opened the placket of his slacks.

Soon, her warm hand enclosed his hard length. She gave him a teasing stroke. And just as he began to moan in pleasure, she stopped stroking and led him to the large bed in the middle of the luxury cabin.

She stripped him of every remaining piece of clothing he wore and motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed.

As soon as the backs of his thighs touched the cool sheets, Najah was on her knees, opening that sexy mouth of hers, taking him into her heat.

He braced himself on his elbows letting his head fall back as she cupped his balls and began lave his length with her tongue.

As much as he loved burying himself in her ass and pussy, having her take him into her mouth was the quickest way to get him to release. It was too hot and that fucking tongue of hers was too damn talented for her own good.

And she knew it too.

That’s why her smug ass was looking up at him, smiling as she licked his balls. She thought she had the upper hand. At the moment, she did. But her victory would be short lived. Tomasso came prepared, and he wasn’t above playing dirty in their sex games.

She was sucking him earnestly now, caving those beautiful high cheeks as she increased the suction. If he allowed her to keep this up, it would be over all too soon. He couldn’t have that.

Before the sensation could become too much, he removed himself from her mouth, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her mouth to his.

He drank from her and when she opened her mouth on a tantalizing moan, he plunged his tongue inside.