Page 79 of To Tango, with Desire

I moaned, rocking my hips. I needed him inside of me so bad.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he undid his towel.

“Picking up where I left off.”

He palmed his cock, stiff and heavy, then stroked his balls. “I’d imagine your mouth taking me in. Every inch.”

“Mmm.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

He stroked himself faster now. “But what I really want is to be inside of you. On all fours. I’d then take you on my desk. In the shower. I’d fuck you everywhere and you’d love it. You’re so damn wet, Amira,” he groaned. “I can hear you. And it’s killing me not to have a taste. I still have your underwear from that night. I jacked off to your scent when I got home.”

All sense of control snapped. “I want you to see me,” I panted.

Zane paused. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please, I’m so damn close and I need you.”

He ripped off the blindfold, and I cried out at his heated expression. His eyes kissed my mouth, my breasts, the soft, swollen parts between my legs. And I could see that he was ready to lose control too.

“Fit another finger. One more for me.”

“Oh fuck.” I did, shifting my hips to accommodate. I used my other hand to play with my clit, rubbing and stroking, intent on being satisfied.

“I’m fucking you, you hear me?”

“Oh.”

“It’s my cock pounding into you. My mouth on your skin. I’m sucking your tits now and it’s driving you wild. You want to come so bad. I can see it, smell it.”

I felt my face flush. “Yes! So . . . close.”

“So am I, Amira. I’m imagining you riding my cock. Your tits bouncing in my face.” He groaned, hips bucking.

And the sound, that gloriously male sound he made at the back of his throat was what I needed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, pumping his cock.

I threw my head back, clenching my legs together as I came. The orgasm was intense, and the blood rushed through my ears, muffling his guttural cries of pleasure. I closed my eyes, lost in my heavy, throbbing release.

Eventually, I glanced over at Zane. His chest was heaving, but his eyes never left my body. Cum was dripping down his cock and a small smile played on his lips.

“Time for another shower, I think.” He crossed the room then held out his hand. “Care to join me?”

I took his hand and followed him into the bathroom.

I had no idea what this meant for our marriage, what it meant for the terms in our contract, but at that moment, I didn’t really care.

TWENTY-ONE

ZANE

“You were made for gold.”

Amira turned, and the floor-length gold gown gently swayed at her ankles. She looked like royalty in that dress.