Lights turn on automatically when I step inside.
I turn around to face him. “The garage?”
“No one will think of looking for us in here.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
A dangerous smile crosses his face. “You’ll change your tune soon enough, kitten.”
I avert my gaze. I have to, because what I read in his eyes both scares me and turns me on like crazy. I scan the expansive space, nodding as I take in luxury car after luxury car. The lighting is a bit too harsh and too bright, which makes the wallslook even whiter. This isn’t just any old garage. This rivals the pristine showrooms you’d expect to see in Beverly Hills.
“Dad has an enviable car collection, and my brothers and I keep a few of the valuable vintage rides we acquired during our boy band days here,” Phoenix says.
“You brought me here to show me your luxury cars?”
“Not even close.” Heat emanates from his eyes.
“Why are we here?” A tinge of worry color my words.
He approaches me.
I take a step back.
He points to the floor. “I want you right here.”
I return to my initial spot.
“Better.” He reaches out and runs a finger along my neck.
I shiver.
“I’ve been hard since you came downstairs, as tempting as a sexy angel in a white, fitted one-shoulder dazzler.”
After Wilder came looking for us, I convinced Phoenix to go ahead without me, stating I needed to touch up my makeup and hair after our scorching embrace. That was only part of the reason.
“Looking at your fine ass sway under this cock-hardening dress was torture. Don’t get me started on the high slit.” His eyes drop to my leg. “Fucking hot.” His gaze meets mine. “Here I was smug with the knowledge we shared a dirty little secret. Then, I find out the truth.” He takes me by the chin. “When I tell you I want my cum to remain inside your pussy, I mean just that.” His voice is a low rumble.
Why did I even bother with panties? They’re soaked through. “Phoenix––”
He places two fingers against my lips, silencing me.
With his eyes burning into mine, he traces a line from my chin down my throat, and then to the center of my chest. Hesnakes his fingers under my bra and runs his thumb over my hard nipple.
My body trembles at the contact.
“My beautiful wife… so disobedient.”
I’m too turned on to speak, let alone think.
“Remember what I promised you?”
My eyes shift from left to right, playing back his words in my head.
“Let me help,” he says. “I promised you three more orgasms––one of them, courtesy of my tongue.”
If I thought I was wet before, now it’s a river down there. “Shouldn’t we wait until later? When it’s the two of us?”
“Guess what, kitten? It is later, and it is just the two of us. You’re going to enjoy your punishment as much as I’ll enjoy administering it.”
