“Jude!” I pull against the ropes, my arms and legs rising a couple inches off the bed.
“All right, baby.” He climbs between my legs. “I’ll give your cock-starved pussy what it needs.”
He reaches both hands toward my panties, and I feel the lace ripping as he shreds it. Two seconds later, he’s inside me, groaning as he sinks every inch in.
His mouth covers mine as he fucks me, kissing me with both reverence and lust. One of his hands wraps around the headboard, and the other cups my cheek as he pounds into me.
Nothing turns me on like being completely at his mercy this way. He’s relentless, never slowing down or asking if it’s too hard.
Because he knows. After five years of marriage, he knows I love being fucked with everything he’s got. And he gives it to me, his expression strained as he holds back when I start to come.
He always makes sure I don’t just come, but come long and hard, before he lets himself. Only when I’m giving him a blow job does he let himself come when he wants to.
I yell his name several times and tell him not to stop, though I know he won’t. His teeth sink into my shoulder, making me come even harder.
And finally, when he feels me coming down, he slams into me with all his strength and holds himself there, groaning against my ear as he comes.
He takes a couple seconds just to breathe before kissing me softly. We’re both panting and sweaty.
“That was intense,” I say softly.
“Yeah.” He kisses my brow. My cheeks. My nose. “And much better than fighting, don’t you think?”
I laugh as he reaches up to untie my hands.
“Yes. But it’s your fault we were fighting, so you should have this conversation with yourself.”
He looks down at me. “In the morning, Ray. Tonight, I just want to fall asleep with my wife in my arms. For once.”
“Oh, poor Jude Titan.” When he frees my first wrist, I reach up and touch his scruffy cheek. “With a wife who doesn’t give him his way every time.”
He shakes his head as he frees my other wrist. “Don’t be surprised if you get woken up by my hand smacking your ass.”
I lean up and kiss him. “Don’t be surprised if I enjoy it.”
He finishes untying me, and I slip into his T-shirt and crawl into bed, snuggling against him.
“Tyson better not come into this room in the morning,” I say. “I’ll lose my shit if he does.”
Jude kisses my forehead. “He’s not coming in here, love. He knows better than that.”
“I hope so.”
“I told my staff that any man who sees you without clothes on, inadvertently or not, will be dick-punched and fired.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely serious. They can come in and out of my room when I’m alone, but not when you’re here.”
I close my eyes and settle against his warm, solid chest. “I love you, Jude.”
“I love you too.”
After a few seconds of silence, I say, “I think I should take the job.”
“Go to sleep, Reagan,” he growls.
I try to, but it takes me a while, because I’ve got a bad feeling about the conversation we’re going to have in the morning.
