Page 3 of Deprived No More

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she whispers. Olivia’s big blue eyes volley between us, watching our conversation with rapt attention.

I hand the brightly wrapped bribery back in her direction and watch as Olivia’s eyes spring wide, arms immediately extending to grab the sugary treat. Knowing time is of the essence, I spin on my heel toward the kitchen and my dancing queen. Enfolding my arms around her waist, I grind my still engorged cock into her backside.

“Kat,” I groan. “Or should I say, Shakira, Shakira?”

Giggling, she puts her utensils down and spins in my arms, draping her hands about my neck. “What are you up to?”

I retrieve her right hand from my neck and return it to my ever-growing dick. “About nine inches right now,” I growl. Looking over her shoulder, the timer reads eight minutes. “Grace has it under control.”

Katarina cocks one brow, knowing the boys are a handful for any adult, much less a seven-year-old.

“Trust me. I’ve got this handled.” Reaching around her, I ignore the skeptical glance and turn off the burners to allow the pasta and sauce to simmer. Tugging my wife behind me, I head for the study. Making quick work of locking the door, I sweep Katarina into my arms and plant her on the edge of my desk.

“What are you-”

“Panties off, kitten.”

CHAPTERTWO

Kat

“Panties off, kitten.”

“What has gotten into you, Dr. Barnes?”

“I’m much more interested in what’s about to get into you, Mrs. Barnes.” He gives me a saucy smirk as he pushes me against the desk. “Chop, chop. The clock is literally ticking, and I need my mouth on that sweet pussy.”

My belly does a flip at his saucy words, and I can’t help but grin. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Sliding my panties down my legs, I watch as he drops down in front of me to flip the hem of my dress up and growls as he dives right in. “Nick,” I gasp.

“A little louder, kitten. I don’t think the kids heard you.”

Clamping my legs around his head, I give him a sneer. How am I supposed to keep quiet with him doing that? After a little chuckle, he returns his attention to my lady parts and slides two thick fingers inside me as he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue.Holy heck, he isn’t wasting any time.The pencil holder tumbles over as he pushes me back flat against the desk and devours my swollen flesh, his thumb steadily circling my bundle of nerves with precision.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he murmurs as he returns his fingers to my throbbing sex and sucks on my clit.

“Oh, Nick,” I whimper. It’s mind-boggling that once upon a time, I just accepted that sex without an orgasm was normal. Now I’m married to a man who can deliver multiple in rapid succession.

“Give it to me, kitten,” he whispers between strokes of his talented tongue. “I need to feel you shudder all over my face.” With that, he thrusts his fingers wildly into me as he licks and sucks with total abandon.

“Oh, god,” I yell, scraping my nails into the top of the old mahogany table as my orgasm tears through me like an earthquake. The shockwaves have barely calmed before he stands and reaches for his belt. Opening my eyes, I try to focus on his handsome face. The heat emanating from his gorgeous green eyes is riveting. God, this man makes me crazy.

Knock, knock.

“Mommy? Are you okay?”

Oh, lord. Why couldn’t I keep my voice down?

“Yes, honey. I’m fine,” I answer, avoiding the self-righteous look on Nick’s face.

“The buzzer is going off, and you said I wasn’t allowed to touch the stove without you,” Grace yells through the door.

Looking at my husband, I watch as utter disappointment shrouds his face. “Did I just get cock blocked by my daughter?”

“No. You got cock blocked by dinner rolls. Don’t bring the kids into this. You knew we were up against the clock.”

“Hell, Kat. I’m going to have blue balls all through dinner.” He paces away from me, adjusting the undeniably large bulge in his suit pants.

“I’m sorry, Nick. If I don’t get out there, we’re having charred food and a visit from the fire department. Do you need a minute before I get the kids to the table?”