“Luciana.” The single word, a warning that carried a threat and a promise.
She’d challenged him in the bedroom before, and he’d punished her for it, but never in a way that truly hurt. Joel Morgan’s brand of punishment was one she’d take any day of the week. But she knew the pleasure would be greater tonight if she played it his way, so she clamped her fingers around the swollen peak of her nipple. Her inhale was sharp as the bite of ecstasy shot to her throbbing core.
“Run the vibrator over your other nipple,” he commanded, and she complied.
The vibrator buzzed along her skin, flicking the material entirely off her breast. She let the bullet purr over the distended bud, massaging her breast as it moved. Any second now, she’d start panting.
“You’re beautiful. You see it, don’t you?” Stepping closer so his chest brushed her back, Joel lifted half of her hair over her shoulder. “See it and tell me.”
She stared at her reflection. She hardly recognized this wanton version of herself, uninhibited, in killer heels, loosely curled hair, and smoking lipstick, with a vibrator massaging her breast—she felt fan-fucking-tastic.
“I see it,” she panted. “I’m beautiful.” All flushed skin, swollen lips, eyes glazed over with desire, breasts full and heavy.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured against her ear, and he might as well have licked her clit for all the pleasure his voice sent there. “Move the vibrator under your dress, Lucy. Let it touch where you need it.”
“I need you!” she cried, her voice thick with desperation. She wanted to chuck the damned vibrator out the window and replace it with his hands, his body. The need to feel the weight of him on her, in her, was so great she was ready to do anything for it.
“Put the vibrator on your clit,” he told her, his voice rasping against her ear. “Rub it there until you come. I won’t touch you until you do.” His voice had taken on the sharp edge of demand and she knew he meant what he said.
So she did as instructed. The second the vibrator hit her most sensitive aching flesh, her knees gave.
“Joel!” She gasped as the intensity of sensation rolled over her. Her legs buckled, and she started to fall, but Joel caught her under her breasts, easing them both down to the floor on their knees, his straddling hers, his chest pressed firmly against her back. Deftly, he moved his hand over hers, then lower, sinking two fingers into her and pumping them in a forward motion, his palm pressing the vibrator harder against her flesh.
She orgasmed on a scream of relief so loud the patrons at Bowie’s probably heard it, but she didn’t care. In ecstasy, her head fell back onto his shoulder, her body clenching and convulsing. Her sweet relief was so acute it was nearly painful. Her shout melted into moans, and she sagged against him, gasping. One strong arm was still banded around her torso, while the hand that had just been inside her, skimmed up her chest before looping loosely around her neck.
He gently tilted her head to the side so his mouthbrushed her ear. “Your husband satisfies your needs every time. Remember that.”
Nothing and no one had ever made her feel this limp and relaxed. She was certain the tension emanating from Joel’s body was the only thing holding her upright. The entire muscled wall of his chest flexed against her back with every hard breath he took. She shifted slightly, taking some pressure off her knees and when she did, there was no mistaking the iron hard length of him poking her back.
Joel’s raging erection was climbing her spine, and as her own world cleared, a smile found its way to her lips. Because now it was her turn to play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
His decision was made. He wasn’t losing Lucy. Whatever it took, whatever it cost, he wasn’t letting her slip through his fingers again. Having her fall apart so violently and beautifully in his arms had sealed the deal.
When this started thirteen days ago, she’d wanted her father’s company and he’d wanted to atone for failing her four years ago. Those things were still true, but now his mindset had shifted and locked in. He wanted to make up for what he’d done,andhe wanted to keep her. Forever.
Nothing could have prepared him for the detonation that occurred when Lucy gave in to her pleasure. How had he lived so long without this? Having her lax and limp against him as if she was content to fall asleep right there in his arms. If it weren’t for his raging hard on, he might have let her, but he needed to move, relieve some of the tension, or this evening would end on a very messy, low note. Gently, he lifted her from him, and she moaned in protest.
“Come on gorgeous, time to tuck you in.” He set her on her feet, intent on getting her to bed without looking below her eyes.
Her dress was a mangled mess around her waist, her panties twisted at her hips and thighs, so her unbelievably stunning breasts had to be on full display.
So…it was eye contact only, as he ushered her to her bed and sat her on the edge. Only when her eyes zeroed in on his crotch did he realize her face was now perfectly level with the part of him that was threatening to explode if he didn’t leave her room soon.
“You need help getting into your pajamas or are you good?” he croaked.
Without taking her eyes off the bulge in his jeans, Lucy slowly shook her head, then lifted her fingers to the button above his zipper.
Oh no.His hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist before she could flick the button. “You don’t want to do that,” he warned.
Lucy’s wide eyes looked up at him. Clarity had returned, and her red lips curled into a wicked smile—the kind that was designed to cut a man off at the knees. “Oh yes I do.” Her fingers ran the length of him, and his cock twitched behind the constricting fabric. “I want you in my mouth. Watching you while I swallowed you down my throat is one of my go-to memories.”
Jesus.He’d never had a lover talk dirty the way Lucy did. And as she intended, it was turning him on to no fucking end. If he didn’t move away soon, he’d let her do exactly what she promised and likely a lot more. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to pluck her delectable fingers away from his pants, then he turned to the drawers.
“I think you’ve had more than your fill tonight,” he said, managing to sound surprisingly normal considering he was now so hard it hurt. Pulling a comfortable looking t-shirt out of the drawer, he walked back to her. She hadn’t moved, stillsitting bare chested on the edge of her bed, her gaze unashamedly following his cock around the room.
Unfolding the t-shirt, Joel held it above her head. “Arms up, wife.”
