Page 91 of Fake Out Hearts

“Uh, yeah!” I call back. Then I lower my voice and tell Becca, “Hang on one second. I’ll get rid of them.”

“No, no.” She stops me with a hand on my arm as I start to leave. “It’s fine. I don’t want you to kick out your whole team just for me. We can finish this later.”

She flashes me a smile, then pads toward the door, wrapping her coat a little tighter around her. I follow close behind as she heads downstairs to greet everyone, my mind still a little hazy with arousal. The guys have thrown themselves all over the couches in the living room, but they light up when they see her.

“Hey, Becca!” Reese grins. “What’s up? I didn’t think we’d get to see you.”

“Yeah, I…” She clears her throat. “I got home early.”

She says hi to everyone else, then slips out of the living room toward her bedroom down the hall, presumably to change. But as I watch her go, a sudden impulse fills me.

Muttering an excuse to the guys, I follow her down the hall. She’s just about to close the door to her bedroom when I catch her by the waist.

“Hold on.”

“What are you doing?” she whispers, glancing over my shoulder in case any of the guys followed.

Instead of answering with words, I push past her into the bedroom and close the door behind us, then spin to pin her against the heavy wood. I kiss her deeply, pressing my body against her so she can feel how hard I am.

“You wanted me to show you how stunning I think you are,” I remind her. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing. You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess. You take my breath away.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she says breathlessly against my lips.

“And you did. I fucking love it, can’t you tell?” I ask as I grind my cock against her.

“Theo…” She tilts her head back as my lips trail over her throat. “We don’t have to do this right now. I really can wait.”

“Well, I can’t.” I nip at her delicate skin as I shove a hand up under her coat to run my hands over the lacy lingerie and cup one of her breasts. “I need you right fucking now, baby.”

Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this with the entire team in the next room, but I mean it. I can’t wait. I fuckingneedher. She picked out this lingerie just for me, which drives me wild, and she deserves to know it.

Hungry to see her in it again, I fumble with her coat, opening it up again and sliding it off her shoulders. It falls to the floor, and I groan.

“You’re a work of art,” I rasp. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this.”

She bites her lip, a flush rising in her cheeks. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s not just the lingerie,” I tell her, meaning every word. “It’syou, baby. You take my damn breath away.”

“Sweet talker.”

I chuckle darkly. “Not always sweet. Now turn around.”

There’s a rough command in my voice, and she obeys immediately, which only makes my cock harder.

“Good,” I praise. “Now put your hands on the door.”

She follows that order too, and I groan at the sight of her on display for me like this, so willing and needy.

I didn’t get the chance to fully appreciate just how amazing she looks in it earlier, but now that I have the time, I can’t get enough. The bright red lace is like fire against her fair skin, and it hugs the curves of her lithe frame perfectly, showing off the best lines and angles.

My hands wander across her body on their own, and seeing the rippling waves of goosebumps my touch brings out her makes me groans.

“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. I’ll never get tired of fucking my wife.”

She presses her ass against my cock, grinding on it. “Then show me.”

Desire rushes through me, and like a man possessed, I drag her panties down her legs in one motion.

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