“We do. He can be lucky once. He will not be lucky twice.”
“Do you think you could be lucky twice?”
“In what way?”
A sly smile quirks her lips to the side just a little, before she drops to her knees before me.
“Are you alright?” I reach down for her.
But she bats my hand away. “Better than alright.” She reaches for the button on my trousers.
Is she…? No. She was scared a moment ago. “What are you doing?”
“Performing my wifely duties.” She unzips me.
“No need for a performance, Mina?—”
She silences me with a look. “But I want to.” Her hand is warm on my cock, and I can’t help but suck in a breath.
“Then by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
Her grin steals my attention, before her lips part to swallow me down. She can’t take all of me, so she uses her hands to make up the distance between her lips and the root of my cock.
It’s all I can do not to fuck her face. She shuttles back and forth on my length in full view of anyone who could be watching from the water. I’m not shy, and apparently, neither is she. Should have known that from the first night we met.
She does something with the back of her throat that feels incredible when she takes me there, and it sends my eyes rolling back. I hiss, “Fuck, baby, that’s…” I can’t speak and finish the sentence with a groan.
One hand stays around my cock, but the other goes for my balls, and I jolt. It’s too much, too damn good.
“Keep that up, and this’ll be over quick.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Well, I am a man who gives a woman what she wants. I relax, knowing she wants this too. As gently as I can, I pump into her face, and she moans around my cock. That does it. A surge shoots from my balls, up and down my spine, and out. “Mina, move if you don’t want?—”
But she sucks harder, and I shoot straight into her throat, my body jerking with every spurt. She takes it all, with only a slight glossy smear on her lips. She locks eyes with me and licks her lips clean.
“Fuck,” I utter before falling to my knees to kiss her. How did I con this woman into marrying me? She’s a damn succubus, and I will happily let her suck the life right out of me.
When we come up for air, I try to lay her on the floor, but she says, “I want a shower before anything else happens.”
Damn. “If you insist.”
She nods. “You first. I want your eyes on the door when I’m in there.”
I go. I am fast. When I step back out, she’s standing by the glass with a towel wrapped her and a hand on the rail. She moves past me to the shower without dropping her gaze from the door. She is learning my habits. I am learning hers. I like the mix.
When we’re both freshly showered and feeling safe, we move to the bed and fall asleep. She fits against me like she was made for it, and that bit of comfort is enough to knock me out completely.
17
MINA
My body does not carethat the room is quiet and the ocean is a soft shush under the boards. It knows who is missing. My breasts ache like a bruise that warms and sharpens by turns.
I stand in the bathroom with the fan on. I turn the shower to a steady run so I have cover noise. It’s not that I’m embarrassed—I just don’t want to wake Roman. He’s sleeping well, and I think that is a rare thing for him. The pump hums. Pull, release. Pull, release. The relief crawls in and then breaks open. I brace my palm on the tile until the ache eases and the sting gives way to a loose, tired ache.
After dumping the milk, which feels like such a waste, I walk into the main space of the bungalow. Outside, late sun turns the water copper and then dark. The deck boards hold the day’s warmth. Roman sits up. Guess I woke him anyway. His eyes read my face without making a project of it.
