Page 78 of The Exception

“Yes,” I hissed as she continued to lick and suck me. “Yes.Fuck.”

I could feel the orgasm building in my spine. I clutched the sheets behind my back. It was coming too fast. But then she gripped my base and held me firmly. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head, and I saw stars.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

She held my base firmly while licking and sucking the tip of my cock. It was heaven and hell. I came so close to coming, but then her lips were gone. Her hand was stroking me and it felt good, but it wasn’t her mouth. Iwantedher mouth on me.

“Graham,” she rasped. I swallowed hard at the sound of my name on her lips. Lips that had just been wrapped around my cock. She peered up at me from beneath her lashes. “Do you want me to keep sucking you off?”

“Yes. Please,” I gritted out.

She pumped me, edging me as she licked my balls.Oh god.

“Do you promise to show some emotion in public?” Her breasts rubbed against my balls as she continued stroking me, occasionally dipping down to take my tip in her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. “I’m not asking for you to be vulnerable with everyone. I just need you to show up for me. To be my partner.”

“I’ll…try.” I practically croaked out the word.

“No.” She stood from the floor, her movements graceful and full of power as she dragged her fingers along my skin. She grasped my shoulders and straddled me. “That’s not good enough. If you want to save your company, you have to.”

“I’m not sure I can.”Show the emotion or save the company.I’d spent so many years burying my feelings that I wasn’t sure I could even find them anymore.

She grabbed the base of my cock, circling it tightly with her fingers. She continued to rock against me while maintaining that pressure at the base, making me both harder than ever and yet unable to find my release.

“I know you. You’re one of the most stubborn and determined people I’ve ever met. If you want to do something, you will.”

I watched Lily, waiting. Her eyes were full of fire, and she was a sight to behold. Determined. Beautiful. Strong.

“Please,” she whispered. “Tell me you will.”

In the past, I would’ve lashed out, pushed her even further away. But deep down, I knew she was right. And I knew I couldn’t run from this—her. I didn’t want to. She was my wife, and we were in this together. If anyone made me want to try, it was this woman.

“I will,” I whispered back. “I will,” I said again more loudly.

“Good.” She released her hold on my cock and rocked against me. I forgot everything but the feel of her.

Unable to balance with my wrists bound, I growled my frustration. “Untie me.Please,” I tacked on. “I want to touch you.”

She reached behind me and unhooked the belt, freeing my wrists. I immediately reached out for her, desperate to touch her. She gave a little squeak when I squeezed her ass.

“Graham.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“What?” I dragged my nose down her cheek. “I’m just practicing for when we’re in public.”

“We’re not going to be naked in public.”

“Mm. Perhaps not.” But I hated feeling exposed. And baring myself emotionally felt almost worse than what I imagined it would be like to be naked in public.

I slid my hands up her back and into her hair. Before I could massage her scalp, she grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands so they were cupping her breasts.

“God, yes.” She arched her back, her pussy sliding over my cock. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to stop moving. “I don’t.”

“What about the bathroom? Do you think there’s one in there?” she asked, clearly not getting the memo that we needed to stop. Soon, it would be too late for a condom.

“Unfortunately, this isn’t the Huxley Grand,” I lamented. “And I doubt there are complimentary intimacy kits in the bathroom.”

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