Page 79 of The Marriage Mistake

“I like you in the pencil skirts,” he corrected. “I like you looking all prim and proper, buttoned up so tight. A present for me to unwrap.”

He pulled on my hand, placing my palm on his chest. My ring winked in the light of the bedroom as Jack slid his hand up my side and over my blush lace bra. “I like the thought of unraveling you. Of making you beg on your knees for me. Of feeding you my cock until your eyes are glazed over and the only thing you know is that you belong to me. I like the thought of that impressive brain of yours going silent because all you can think about is me.”

Oh, if only he knew.

I slid my hand up his chest and traced the bottom edge of his stubble. My pulse pounded between my legs. I wondered if I could orgasm just from him saying those dirty things to me. Part of me wanted to try.

Then I met his gaze, and I saw his lips curl into a soft smile. “You like your ring, baby?”

I swallowed. Nodded.

He exhaled, hand coming up to stroke my cheek. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, reverent. Worshipful. Then he looked in my eyes and said, “So get on your knees and thank me properly.”

Even though he said it with utmost confidence, ordering me around like it was his right, I still caught the surprise flashing in his eyes when my knees hit the rug. With my palms on his thighs, I felt the power coiled in his body. The aching, pulsing need that he felt.

For me.

I did that to him. I knew it, all the way down to my marrow, even though it didn’t make any sense to me. But it was the sight of me kneeling in front of him that made him tremble, that made his hands fumble with his belt as he hurried to unfasten it.

I’d never felt so beautiful and so powerful in my entire life.

JACK

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Those perfect tits cupped in pink lace, those wide green eyes, that sinful mouth. Her skirt hugged her curves as she knelt before me, fabric tight across her ass and hips. Those skirts would be my undoing. She licked her lips, and I almost lost it.

Sex had never been like this before. I’d never fucked anyone the way I fucked her. I’d never spoken to anyone the way I spoke to her. She made me crazy with lust, and every time I wondered if I’d gone too far, she took things one step further.

It didn’t seem real. I wondered what I’d done right to deserve this, to deserve her. And when she batted my hands away from the zipper of my pants so she could reach inside and take my cock out herself, I stopped questioning it.

“Do I look prim enough for you?” she asked, blinking up at me, a teasing light in her eyes. “I want to make sure I get this right. Maybe I should wear some glasses?”

“Maybe you should be quiet and put my cock in your mouth,” I growled, watching the blush flood her cheeks with pink. So fucking pretty, my wife. And so very, very dirty.

Made for me.

She licked me from root to tip, drawing a tortured groan from me, and then she took me in her mouth. Those lips I’d dreamed about were wrapped around my cock, and she was wet and hot and perfect. She moaned as I hit the back of her throat, fingers tightening on my thighs.

Her hair was like heavy silk in my fingers when I gathered it in my fist. I watched her eyelids flutter shut, her thighs squeezing together as I tugged on her hair and guided her movements. She liked this. She liked it when I took control, when she didn’t have to be in her own head.

“Take it deep,” I said, tightening my hold on her hair just to watch the flush on her cheeks get darker. I used my other hand to stroke her cheek and tilt her head back, relaxing her jaw so she could take more of me. I ran my thumb down the front of her throat, feeling it bob as she sucked.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with glazed, trusting eyes. Like I was everything to her. Like this was as true for her, as special for her, as it was for me.

“You know this is real,” I rasped as I fucked her mouth. “This thing between us.”

She moved her head as much as she was able and nodded.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” I admitted, my voice full of gravel. “Never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

My breathing grew heavier. My gaze skittered to the jiggling flesh spilling out of her bra, the way her thighs rubbed and clenched, the look of dizzy lust in her eyes. She was undone, unmade, unraveled. For me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her up so I could kiss her. She clung to me, trembling, and she moaned. Then I spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed.

That damn skirt stared back at me, stretched tight around her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me, hands curling into the blanket, and arched her back. Needy. Perfect.

I was beyond words. The zipper of her skirt creaked as I ripped it open, and I was pretty sure I’d just ruined the garment. I didn’t care. I yanked it down to the floor and was presented with the sight of the woman I loved bent over the edge of my bed wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black tights.

Black tights I didn’t have the patience to take off. I grabbed the fabric between her legs and ripped it. Ember gasped, her forehead falling to the bed. She moaned my name.