Page 38 of One Pucking Heart

“But we’re married. It could muddy the waters.”

“If we can’t have a little fun during all this, then we’re doing something wrong.” The corner of his lips tilts up into a sexy smirk, and he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“Okay.”

He shakes his head. “I need to hear you say it.”

I swallow. “I want it.”

He raises a brow. “What do you want, Elena? You’ll have to be more specific.”

“I want to have sex for fun and not have it mean anything.”

“Okay, then.” He chuckles, deep and raspy. “I’ll take it.”

With that, he crashes his lips to mine.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BECKETT

It’s hard to show restraint when you’re married to a fucking queen. There is nothing about this woman that I don’t find irresistible.

I’ve known that Elena is attracted to me. I can’t say for sure if her attraction is at the same level as mine since I’m flat-out obsessed, but it’s clear she wants me.

Now that she’s said it out loud…

Fuck me.

My lips move against hers as my tongue requests entrance. A whimper leaves her throat, and she presses her body against mine as our tongues start to caress one another. This woman can kiss. Her mouth alone could get me off. As these thoughts run through my mind, she pulls away. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes wide. Breaths uneven, she drops her stare to the evidence of my arousal and looks up at me in question.

For the walking sex goddess she is, she’s timid as hell.

“What do you want, baby? You want to explore?” My voice is gravelly as my need builds.

Her tongue peeks out between her lips, and she nods.

Leaning forward, I kiss up her neck and suck on her earlobe. “You don’t have to ask. My body is yours. Take what you want.” My lips ghost the shell of her ear.

She moans as I take a step back, allowing the wall to support me. I unbutton my dress shirt and shake both my shirt and jacket off. The articles of clothing fall to the floor, leaving my chest bare. Elena smooths her palms against my pecs. She stares in fascination as her touch grazes my skin. Her hand runs the length of my rib cage, and she moves forward. She circles my nipple with her warm mouth and flicks it with her tongue.

I hiss. The sensation of Elena’s mouth on me has my nerve endings on fire.

She glances up through her long black lashes, and her doe eyes look at me in question.

“That feels so good. Your mouth is magic, baby.”

Elena’s eyes flutter closed, and a whimper escapes her mouth. The praise turns her on. She needs it, the reassurance. We’re a match made in heaven because talking is one of my superpowers.

Her movements carry more intention, and she moves down my torso with more confidence. Without hesitation, she unbuckles my leather belt and unfastens my slacks. Her fingers slide into my pants, and she tugs them down to my ankles. My hard length springs free, and Elena studies it. An equally fascinated and heated expression lines her features.

The sight of Elena on her knees wearing the dress we were married in, staring at my dick as if it’s the most incredible thing she’s seen, is intoxicating as hell. My balls clench, antsy for release.

“Put your sexy mouth on me, baby,” I order.

Elena licks her lips. Fisting the base of my dick, she inserts the rest into her mouth. I move my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat.

Releasing a groan, I run my fingers through Elena’s hair, fisting my hands against her head, guiding her over my length. She works me in her mouth, sucking and licking to perfection.

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