My voice seems to startle her as she jumps and teeters on the stool. I launch forward to catch her as she falls, laughing when she lands in my arms in a bridal carry. “Oh God, you startled me.”
“What were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She smiles sheepishly at me. “I needed to get the serving platter stored above the cabinets.”
“Why didn’t you ask someone to help you get it?”
“Everyone seems to be having so much fun out there. I didn’t want to bother anyone with something I could easily get myself.”
“Easily?” She smiles charmingly but my heart is still beating too fucking hard to find anything funny. “I ought to punish you for nearly giving me a heart attack.”
Her eyes flash with heat at my words and when she bites into her lower lip, I find my eyes tracking the movement. “Punishment?” she says breathily, making my cock throb in my pants. “I…I think that’s a good idea. What I did is punishable, right?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe—”
We shouldn't leave the party for our little rabbit, big wolf play that happens every time Sienna needs to learn a lesson, especially not now that we have a son and guests. Sneaking away from our own party is wrong but hell, Cross is surrounded by people who would toss themselves in the line of fire to protect him. He'll be fine for the half hour it'll take me to teach my careless little wife a lesson.
I manage to sneak us out of the party without anyone noticing and since our apartment is too far away, I decide to take Sienna down one floor to my office. I kick the door shut behind us and carry her to my desk, where I set her down then spin her around to face it. I pull up her sundress over her hips and yank down her panties, fondling her ass cheeks and making her moan.
“How many times do I have to remind you to be careful?” I ask, smacking her twice on her left cheek and making her gasp. I smoothen my hand on the red spot to soothe the sting. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” She cries out when I slap her right ass cheek.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s a little too late now, don’t you think?” I rasp thickly, catching the soft scent of her arousal which only works to my cock throbbing even harder. I smack the thick globes of her ass five more times, each swipe making her hips arch further into me. My dick is hard as wood when I slide my fingers between her legs, groaning when I find her wet, slick with arousal from the little punishment. “Fuck me, baby, you're practically dripping.” She cries out when I trace her slit. She shudders at the contact, her back arching as I tease her clit with my digit before sliding it into her.
“Pope,” she whimpers, back arching as I slide my digit faster and harder into her wet pussy, losing myself in the feel and scent of her until I can’t take it anymore.
I pull my hand out of her, making her whine as I turn her around to face me. My mouth is on hers before she can utter a word, kissing like a man drunk on need. A feeling I’ve had from the first day I let her into my office.
I wanted her so fucking much back then. And I want her even more today!
***
Sienna
The first time his eyes locked on mine, I likened it to being hit by lightning and years later, the feeling remains. I don't remember a moment when Pope touching me didn't send my heart racing and body trembling with need.
I want him. Still.
Two years later and my body still aches for his. I stroke his chest, trailing my fingers over his pecs as he kisses me like a man drowning. Like my lips hold the very oxygen he needs to sustain his life. He hisses against my lips when my finger circles his nipple over the shirt. “Are you done punishing me?” I ask, pressing my wet crotch against his and Christ, he’s so big and hard. His breathing is a little heavy, panting against my lips with eyes so heated I feel the tingle in my groin. I trace my hand over his chest as I kiss his jawline, bringing my mouth to the shell of his ear. “I promise I’ve learned my lesson and I’ll be good from now on. Can we play now?” I kiss his ear, moving down to bite his neck, licking his skin in a moan. “Please…”
"Fuck me!" he growls, gripping my hips and lifting me on his desk. Papers scatter and something shatters but neither of us stops to see what it is. I bring my hands to wrap around his neck as his mouth finds mine in another searing kiss. My fingers sink into his hair and I tug hard, pulling him deeper into me even if there's no space between us.
There hasn’t been any for two years now.
That night with Ryder damaged Pope more than it did me. Heck, I was the one stuck in a car with a madman brandishing a gun but it was Pope who was affected—enough that for weeks, he wouldn't let me out of his sight. It took a little convincing before we settled for me wearing a tracking device for him to settle down a bit. I didn't mind his overprotectiveness but he was starting to scare others at the casino with how obsessive he was about every person I hung around. The intense background checks he carried out on friends I made outside the club.
It should have scared me away—this obsessiveness and yet, it only made me feel wanted. Cared for. Having him want me as much as he did made me feel…safe.
But he didn’t just offer security. Pope gave me a home in the most unlikely of places, provided for my brother which in turn allowed my mother to get out more and exist outside the small confines of our apartment. Without having to work for survival and with my brother off to college, I was able to work as a seamstress for the club with Mrs. Ryan and took over a year ago when she retired. Making beautiful gowns has always been my dream and Pope made it happen.
The memory of it all chokes me up and Pope must sense it as he pulls back to look at me, those ocean blue eyes proving to be my undoing. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, pushing past the knot in my throat as I stroke his hair. “I couldn’t be any better.” I open my legs wider for him, arching against his hardness, feeling lightheaded from arousal. "Make love to me, Pope. I want to feel you inside of me.”
Those eyes I have loved for years light up with heat and I shudder as he skims the inside of my thigh, cupping my knee before releasing me to work on his jeans. I keep my eyes on his even his cock bobs out, slapping against my sex. “You want my cock in your tight little pussy?”
