Page 67 of All Tied Down

“Reschedule my afternoon and tell Samson to have the car ready in thirty.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He disconnects as I start shoving things into my bag.

Because no matter what Garrett wants or doesn’t want, he needs me.

My husband needs me.

And I’ll be damned if I let him down tonight.

I expect to find Garrett halfway through a bottle of whiskey, but the house is quiet when I walk through the door. My heels click along the hardwood, the sound echoing as I move around the first floor and head for the stairs when I find no sign of him.

The door to the master bedroom is cracked, and a sliver of light shines through the space. Taking a breath, I push inside and find Garrett propped against the headboard in jeans but no shirt.

Like he wanted to get undressed but got too tired to finish.

“Hey,” he says quietly, looking up from his phone. He tosses it to the side and scrubs his hands over his face. “I’m sorry I made you leave. I just⁠—”

“I’m here now,” I tell him, closing the door behind me and slowly unbuttoning my blouse, his dark eyes dropping to watch me ease the satin off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

“Yeah…” He swallows hard as I walk slowly toward the end of the bed, my arms behind me so I can ease the zipper from my skirt down until it pools at my feet.

“Take your pants off,” I purr, sinking one nylon-covered knee onto the mattress and then the other.

“You look fucking incredible,” he rasps as he fumbles with his belt and jeans, his eyes glued to my red bra and panties, black thigh highs, and heels.

“And it’s all for you…” I let the words fall seductively from my lips as I lower to my hands, my hips and breasts swaying as I crawl to him. “Is this what you want?”

Dipping my head, I ghost my mouth over the head of his cock still covered by the thin material of his boxers, making his hips buck as he releases a heavy breath.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” I tease, raking my nails up his thighs and under the legs of his boxers.

“Fuck.”

“You do love this lipstick…” I make a show of licking my tongue over my bottom lip as his part, his hands fisting the comforter on either side of his hips.

“It drives me crazy.”

Gripping the fabric of his boxers, I pull them down his legs, the movement a little awkward but worth it when his cock slaps against his stomach, precum already dripping from the tip.

“You’re not even going to make me work for it.” I pout, my palm wrapping around his length to stroke him. He grunts and I twist my wrist to make him do it again. “Guess I’ll have to tease you then…”

With some help, Garrett shimmies lower on the bed, his head resting on the pillows and his body spread out for me.

And it’s time to play.

Starting at his chest, I press soft kisses and quick nips of my teeth, my tongue soothing the sting as he watches me, his eyes hazy with lust and need, and I’m thankful it’s replaced the sadness I expected to find.

Taking my time, I lick over his nipples, drawing little circles with the tip of my tongue before moving down, dragging my nails over his sides before sinking into his hips. I want him in sensation overload before I even take him in my mouth.

I want him out of his mind.

And I want to give him quiet.

“Emerson,” he pleads, his muscles taut and his cock straining.