Page 66 of Inked in Devotion

“Let’s not find out.”

I couldn’t help it, I barked a laugh.

She glared at me before plucking our son out of the high chair. “I’ll clean him up.”

“Chloe…” I was still chuckling, but it seemed making out with me in front of Sebastian sent her over the cliff into motherly mortification.

She disappeared into the nursery.

I stared down at my fully erect cock and sighed.

I was exchanging nonsense texts with Dimitri when I heard the knock on my bedroom door. It was faint, and I thought I’d imagined it until I heard the soft knock again. I set my phone down on the nightstand and opened the door to see Chloe standing there.

She’d changed her sleep shirt and was wearing different colored socks. But the intoxicating scent of vanilla and orange assailed my nostrils. Her skin glistened with the dewiness from a shower. My skin, holding all my muscle and bone together, felt too tight. Everything inside me wanted to tear out of my skin and devour her.

We didn’t exchange a word. Our eyes locked, and a thousand dirty thoughts passed between us. The frisson of awareness, so electrifying in the inches of space between our bodies, was fully charged with the carnal ferocity trying to break free.

We reached for each other at the same time. Our mouths collided, my tongue diving between her lips. I dragged her into the room, not bothering with the door, and crashed us on the bed.

The kiss broke; I rose above her. The sleep shirt was shoved above her belly button, exposing her bare pussy.

“Fuckkkk!” I growled. “No underwear.”

Her mouth curved with satisfaction. Minx.

I went down on my knees at the side of the bed and dragged her to the edge. I’d been dying for her taste, and I dove right in, my tongue hungrily seeking her cunt.

“Nic!” she moaned.

I nipped her pussy as punishment before I raised my head. “Kolya, say it.”

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I was just⁠—”

“Nic is gone from your head, got it?”

“Just…why did you stop?”

“Chloe…”

“Hurry before Sebastian wakes.”

I crawled up her body until we were face-to-face. I clasped her cheeks and stared at her. “Say my name, Chloshka.”

“Kolya,” she whispered, but her eyes were bleeding need and desperation while she rocked against me, brushing my erection.

A rumble climbed up my throat.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I rasped. “Did you work yourself up in the shower?”

“Yes.”

I grabbed her right wrist and brought it up between us. I sniffed her fingers and caught a faint scent of her arousal.

“You couldn’t bring it home?” I smirked.

“Stop teasing,” she moaned and tried to rub her pussy against me.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” I scolded. “Your orgasms are mine. Got it?”