I’d long since lost my jacket somewhere, my white collared shirt unbuttoned halfway down my chest, my sleeves rolled up. Ihad to be a hot mess, but Shep was looking at me like he thought I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
And God knew it was an absolute fact that no one turned me on the way my man did.
Myhusband.
I reached for the ends of his tie and pulled him to me, then slid my tongue along his lower lip.
“Open for me, Mr.…Rinaldi.” Damn, I really fucking loved the way that sounded—and so did Shep, judging by the low groan that rumbled through him.
As his mouth opened and I slipped inside, I drew the tie from around his neck and threw it to the ground. Then I smoothed my hands up under his jacket and pushed it off his broad shoulders so it landed with the discarded strip of material.
“I want you naked,” I whispered, as his muscles flexed under my palms and I started to flick the buttons free.
As the material parted, I glided my hands across the warm, delicious skin that came into view until his shirt was hanging off his arms, then I lowered my head and pressed my lips to his Adam’s apple.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, as Shep’s head fell back and I trailed my fingers down his chest to the button of his pants. I kissed my way down his body until I was on my knees in front of him.
God, I wanted him. It was hard to believe there’d ever been a time when I didn’t. But with the alcohol buzzing through me, I didn’t have the patience for slow and sweet—that would have to come later. What I wanted now was to show my husband just how desirable I found him.
“Shep?” I said from my place at his feet.
That’s right, the Prince of Monaco was on his knees.
I didn’t kneel for kings—but I would for him.
Shep stared down at me, hot desire swirling in his eyes, as I reached inside his pants and freed his cock. He speared a hand through my hair, his lips curving as he realized what I was about to do, then the sexy fucker gripped the base of his dick and rubbed the head of it against my cheek.
“You want something, husband?”
Fuck yes I did, and I wouldn’t be shy in asking for it.
“Let me taste you,” I said, and parted my lips.
A smile just this side of wicked curled Shep’s lips as he dragged his cock along my lower lip. “Put your tongue out.”
Would you look at that? Shep was a fucking deviant when he drank.
I stuck my tongue out, my own cock throbbing in anticipation of what he was about to do next. But nothing prepared me for my intense reaction to his scent hitting my taste buds. My dick jerked, warm, sticky pre-cum making a mess of my pants as Shep slid his cock up the middle of my tongue then said, “Suck me.”
Like a man in a trance, I immediately closed my lips around him and began to suck up and down his thick, steel-hard shaft. The velvety smoothness of him on my tongue made me reach for my own cock and squeeze it tight. The last thing I wanted to do was come before I was inside him, but between the taste, sound, and visual of Shep standing above me with his shirt undone and his pants open, I was embarrassingly close to doing just that.
“Oh fuck yes,” Shep moaned, flexing his fingers in the longer strands of my hair. “I knew I married you for a reason.”
I drew my lips off him and aimed a devilish smirk up at him. “You married me for my cock-sucking skills? I don’t remember them in your vows. Maybe you should recite them now.”
I flicked my tongue across the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his neglected dick, then settled back on my heels as though I had all the time in the world.
“You’re serious?” Shep pushed his hips forward, and I gave him a cheeky wink.
“You said it.”
“Hmm.” That rumble did nothing to quell the ache throbbing between my legs. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Oui, you did.”
Shep let go of my hair to trail his fingers down my cheek to my chin. When he gripped it between his fingers and angled my face up toward his, that worry I might come before him came back in a rush.
Jesus, he was sexy.With his flushed cheeks and that dangerous glint of arousal hinting at what was to come—namely us—I couldn’t wait to get him under me.
