She slid her palm against my chest and stared up at me. “Maybe you need a spanking.” She giggled.
I climbed onto the king-sized bed, holding her in my arms, and laid her gently on her back. “I need to taste you.”
Her arms drifted above her head as she stretched out, spreading her legs open with a salacious smile. “Feast,” she told me, but I didn’t need her permission, nor was I asking for it.
I brought my mouth down, covering her middle with my lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. She quaked underneath me, moaning her appreciation for the pleasure I’d felt only moment ago. We kept our eyes locked on each other as I indulged in her flesh, and she fisted the comforter in her hands.
When my cock couldn’t take much more, I crawled between her legs, pressing the tip to her opening and staring down at her. “I love you, doll.”
“Jimmy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my shoulder. “Fuck me.”
I didn’t move because I wanted more than that. She wanted to come, but fuck, so did I.
“I love you too,” she finally replied, realizing what I was waiting for and was rewarded for her words with my dick.
I pushed inside. Slow at first, relishing the feel of every inch of her encasing my dick like a vise. My lips crashed down on her breast as she cried out, and her legs wrapped around my waist.
Moments like that, where I was making love to my wife, were still better than any thrill I’d ever had with a submissive at Taboo. They meant nothing to me. They were just a fuck. But Izzy…she was my everything. From the moment I set eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
I took her slowly, reminding her who she belonged to as I fucked her. This wasn’t just about getting off…this was about us. The connection we’d always had, the spark that had always simmered under the surface, and the unpredictability that kept everything interesting.
The feel of her against me, the way she purred in my ear as I pumped into her sent me barreling toward the edge, and I took her with me. We gasped together. We moaned. We were completely in sync as if we were meant to be together, like this, for eternity.
* * *
Istaredup at Victoria’s small apartment just outside the city limits of Miami. The neighborhood was riddled with old apartments, run-down businesses, and more than a few unsavory types walking the streets.
“Stay in the car and keep the doors locked,” I told Izzy, glancing up at the gray stucco building and hoping it was just going to be a quick visit.
After a weekend with my parents, I was more than ready to get home to our boys and back to work. I’d gathered all I could at Taboo, and we needed to move forward with the investigation, tracking down every lead I’d been able to obtain. The rest would be grunt work, mainly done through computers by tracking the alias Matías had used.
“I’m not staying here.” Izzy hopped out of the car before I even had a chance to touch the door handle.
“Damn it,” I muttered, jumping out of the Challenger and locking the door as I followed her. “Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Nope.” She stopped moving, but she kept her back to me as I caught up to her. “All I know is that I’m coming with you.”
“Fine, but just stay behind me.”
“I will, but I’ll keep an eye out.”
“For what?”
“Bad guys.” She shrugged.
I shook my head and laughed. “You do that.” I figured if she kept a lookout, then she wasn’t getting into other trouble, so let her have at it.
She followed me up the rusted-out staircase in front of the building, her high-priced heels clicking against the metal with every step. It was a good thing we weren’t trying to sneak up on anyone because they would’ve heard us coming from a mile away.
“Try the handle,” Izzy said after I knocked twice with no answer.
I jiggled the handle, but it was locked. I grabbed my phone and dialed Thomas, who answered on the third ring. “Hey, bro. We’re about to head back, but I need you to start lookin’ into a possible missing person tied to Matías.” I rattled off the details, keeping an eye on Izzy as she popped her gum and watched a drug deal happening on the sidewalk by the street.
“How can a single woman live in this shithole?” she asked as soon as I hung up with Thomas.
“I’ve been in worse places.”
“Well, fuck, me too, but I’d never live in a place like this.”
