Page 84 of Forsaking All Others

“Up,” he orders roughly.

Leaning forward, I raise my arms over my head and he removes the tank, tossing it on the floor. His hungry gaze moves from my lips downward, taking in the red lace bra that covers my tits.

“Christ,” he hisses, his tongue darting out of his mouth, wetting his lips. I reach behind me, finding the clasp and unfasten it. Dragging the straps down my arms, I lose the bra.

His expressive eyes darken, and he pushes off the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, he drags in a breath and rubs a hand over his bald head.

“Fuck me,” he growls, his gaze sliding from my tits to my eyes. “Back against the mattress, head on the pillow, baby.”

I follow his command, sliding up on the bed. My head hits the pillow and he reaches for one of my legs, lifting it at the calf, he undoes the laces of my Timberlands. A smile ticks the corners of his lips as he removes the boot. He doesn’t have to speak for me to know what he’s thinking.

I wear Timberlands because of him.

Because once upon a time I used to buy us matching outfits for family photos.

He removes the other boot and presses his knee into the mattress. Leaning over me, he undoes the button of my jeans. The zipper comes down next. Then he loops his fingers through the belt rings. I lift my hips and he tugs the denim down my legs.

He straightens at the foot of the bed, his fist closing around my jeans as his eyes work my body, traveling up my legs, pausing at the scrap of lace that covers me.

“Lose the panties,” he demands, his voice husky and full of need.

I shove my thumbs under the elastic and once again I lift my hips, shimmying my panties down my legs. I kick them free and cross my legs. His hand moves to his crotch and he palms his cock over his jeans.

“Spread for me, baby,” he rasps.

“Only if you lose the jeans.”

His eyes flit to mine.

Dark.

Possessive.

Dominating.

There’s a boss in the bedroom and it’s not me.

“Spread. For. Me,” he grinds out.

Pushing my fingers through my hair, I flash him a cheeky smile and then I give him what he wants. I spread my legs, my heels digging into the mattress. His eyes slide to my pussy and I swear to God, the man staggers back on his feet.

“Wish like hell you could see what I see when I look at you, then maybe you’d understand what the fuck I’ve gone through these last eight years.”

He tears his gaze away from between my legs and his eyes lock with mine.

“Hell, baby. Pure fucking hell not having you like this every day. Done. So fucking done. Gonna bury myself inside this sweet pussy every fucking day until I die. You can’t take it, too sore or whatever, then I’ll fuck you with my mouth but a warning—I’m gonna get my fill.”

“That another promise?”

“That’s a fucking fact.”

Then he dips a knee into the mattress and crawls between my legs. He hooks his arm around my thighs and throws them over his shoulders.

“Latch on, baby. Gonna eat now.”

I wind my legs around his neck and his mouth crashes over my pussy.

Greedy. Always so greedy.

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