I looked up at her and smiled. “Are you complaining?”
“No,” she murmured and, bracing her palms in mine, lifted herself up off my cock.
“How’s the dress?” I asked, sitting up and holding my wet cock away from my clothes.
Dropping the hem, she looked down and then to me. “I think it’s okay from what I can see, but I can’t see my feet, so…”
I grinned, checking the lower part of the fabric. “Looks good.”
I slid off the edge of the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand, making quick work of wiping myself down and tucking myself back into my pants.
“Daisy.”
She stopped mid-reach for her underwear. I took two steps toward her and then kicked them across the carpet.
“Hey!”
“I said no underwear.”
“But…”
“Your dress is long,” I said, sliding my hand around the back of her neck as I murmured next to her ear. “No one will know my cum is dripping out of you all night. No one but me and you.”
She made a delicious sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. “Maybe we should go to events like this more often.”
“We don’t have to go to things like this for you not to wear underwear,” I said with a low chuckle. “Just say the word, my little wife, and I’ll be happy to rid you of every pair when we get home.”
Chapter 28
Daisy
Home.
It had always been a place in my mind. An apartment. A house. A physical structure where I lived. It wasn’t until Max brought me to his house—my dream house—and made me his, that I realized home was, in fact,nota place but a person.
Home was him.
His smile. His warm gaze that set my skin on fire. His touch that seemed to read my skin like a mood ring, going from gentle to supportive to possessive to dominating without me having to say a word.
“Mr. Obrien, this is my beautiful wife, Daisy,” Max introduced me to the hotel manager, his hand remaining firmly on my lower back.As though the cum running down my inner thigh wasn’t possessive enough.“Daisy, this is Mr. Obrien.”
The way Max was looking at me made it hard to want to look at anyone else. To think of anyone else.His beautiful wife.Todd never introduced me like that. Not to people like this.Beautifulhad been implied by the smug look on his face.Like I was proofof something.But Max…Max looked at me like I was his world. Likewewere his world.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Daisy,” Mr. Obrien said, and I finally turned as he extended his hand. “Congratulations.”
I placed mine in his and watched as he brought my knuckles to his mouth. Every time someone kissed the back of my hand, I had to wonder if they could smell me on my ring. I knew Max licked it clean, but…But that was the point,the butterflies in my stomach whispered.
“Thank you.”
“I can see why you’ve been so busy recently,” Mr. Obrien said as he straightened.
Max’s smile didn’t even falter—nor did his gaze break from me. “Family comes first,” he said, slipping me a wink as he looked back to the other man. “But it’s my beautiful wife that you have to thank for the perfume samplers.”
“Your idea?” He looked to me.
“Her idea and her talent,” Max said proudly. “She developed the blend herself.”
“Yes, that was a very nice touch,” he replied, seeming more conciliatory now. “You know, Mr. Hamilton, it may be something I’m interested in using throughout the hotel…” He trailed off, and my heart thudded, and then something—someone—caught his attention. “But we can talk about that later. If you’ll excuse me.”
