I shifted in my seat. My lurid thoughts weren’t helping. I didn’t want to pounce on her even when there was nothing more I wanted to do than toss her on her back, shove her legs apart, and bury my face between her thighs. Lick her until she screamed at me to stop.
Dammit.
Lucy stirred, gasped lightly, and then straightened. She glanced at me, and I held her eyes.
“Are we almost home?” she croaked.
“Two minutes.” It was Sato who replied.
Lucy broke our locked gazes, but I continued to stare at her.
“Stop it,” she huffed. The SUV was cast in light and shadows, but I could imagine her blushing.
My mouth twitched, and I took pity on her and redirected my attention to the streets.
When the SUV reached the house, Lucy immediately hopped out of the vehicle. I followed more leisurely, enjoying the shape of her ass and imagining what I would do to it.
I berated myself for being such an idiot. I could be fucking my wife instead of seething for months. An insidious thought lurked on the outskirts of my brain. Could I control her with sex?
My eyes trailed down her legs, imagining them wrapped around my head.
“Lucy,” I called out before she reached the stairs.
She stopped and half turned. Her back stiffened significantly. She’d been aware of me in the car.
“Yes?” she asked.
I closed the gap between us. “Thank you for organizing the party for Kolya.”
“Irina and Aralina spearheaded the effort. I merely suggested it.”
“Still.” I cupped her cheek and was pleased she didn’t flinch, but her eyes widened and her lips parted. “Thank you.”
And I was such a fucker, I took advantage. I lowered my head and kissed her. Not in a harsh, punishing way. I showed her that her brute of a husband had finesse.
I teased her lips before my tongue gently invaded her mouth. I pressed closer, keeping one hand on her jaw while the other rested on her hip to draw her closer. Her tongue hesitantly dueled with mine, and I caught her sharp inhalation when the outline of my erection made it known that I was truly and unashamedly aroused.
She moaned into my mouth, and I deepened the kiss, tasting the wine she had earlier, brushing her lips as I drank her in. When she tensed, I backed off and withdrew slowly, ending the kiss with a light brush across her lips.
I was definitely in for another cold shower.
“What are you up to?” she whispered.
“Just saying good night to my wife.”
I tapped her nose lightly and turned away to head to my office, still sporting a raging boner.
Seducing my wife might be the death of me, but oh what a sweet death it would be.
Chapter
Eighteen
Lucy
What is he doing here?
I stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, shocked to see Kirill sitting at the counter drinking coffee and scrolling through his phone. It was half past ten. He was usually out of the house by eight thirty.
