Page 144 of Unlock My Heart

“Michele at least had the courtesy to screw his mistresses at his condo away from the marital home,” she continues. “Perhaps you could take a page from his playbook⁠—”

“Fuck Michele’s cheating ass, and fuck his playbook. Pull over,” I bark at the driver, and he slows and pulls to the side of the road. “Get out.”

“I’m sorry,” he sputters.

“I need a moment with my wife. Get out of the car.” Our convey in the front realizes we’ve stopped, and backs up, while the vehicle behind us pulls to a stop.

“Yes, boss.” He slips out of the car and closes the door, and I press a button, the privacy shades blocking out all views.

Now alone with Sienna, I grab her face, jerking it inches from mine. “I don’t want to hear that man’s name in your mouth again.” With a snarl, I slam my lips to hers.

Sienna’s nails claw at my chest, and just when I think she’s going to shove me away, she pulls me closer. “I hate that I want you,” she hisses against my lips.

“Yeah, you do,” I rasp, grabbing her by the hips and placing her on my cock. She begins rocking against my erection, and I groan in her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, the fire in her eyes is enough to singe me. “I’m going to make you come into your pants, and you get to walk around the rest of the day with an embarrassing wet spot.”

She calls it embarrassing; I call it a badge of honor.

“Won’t take me long,” I warn her, grinding her harder against me.

Her hips still as she eyes me suspiciously. “You’re lying about not having sex in prison. There had to have been a pretty nurse or correctional officer more than happy to help out.”

“I’m a man obsessed with you. Only you.” I get her to rocking again, wishing she weren’t in these damn yoga pants, only because I need better access. “Accept it, baby.”

“I won’t,” she declares, holding onto my shoulders for better leverage.

“You will,” I promise her on a groan.

“Cocky,” she spits.

“Guilty.” Releasing her hips, I grab the hem of her tee, and she doesn’t fight me as I bring her arms up and the fabric over her head, tossing it on the floorboard. Yanking her lacy bra cups down, her tits jiggle out.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my fingers tweaking her hard nipples before pressing her tits together with the palms of my hands. “No, it won’t take me long at all, not with you grinding that greedy little pussy against me, these goddam perfect tits in my face.”

I duck down and capture a nipple, rolling my tongue around the pebble before sucking on it gently. Kissing it, I move to her other nipple, and it receives the same undivided attention.

“Sexual chemistry isn’t enough to fix us,” Sienna says on a breathy moan.

“Maybe not, but it’s a hell of a good start,” I argue, lifting her hips and yanking her yoga pants and panties down enough to where I’m able to play with her clit.

With her sexy little moans and those nails scraping the back of my head, no, it won’t take me long at all. “You wanna make me come in my pants?” I remove my hand from her glistening clit, and she huffs her displeasure.

Retrieving my ice pick from my jacket, I stab the spike into the leather seat, and Sienna gasps.

“Ride the handle.”

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips. “You’re sick.”

“Dark calls to dark. Unless you’re scared,” I challenge her.

With fire in her eyes, she kicks off her sneakers and wiggles out of her yoga pants and panties. My eyes have a difficult time deciding where to land on a nude Sienna. Fuck, she’s perfection. “Just so you know, current husband, I find your use of reverse psychology annoying,” she informs me.

“And yet your pussy is dripping down your thighs.” My finger gathers the wetness and pushes it inside her.

“Oh,” she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“So fucking wet.” I groan as my finger kneads the ridged spot deep inside her.