Page 66 of Wrapped in Silver

“What?”

“What?” He leans back. “God, don’t tell me you like that crap.”

“Like it?I’m obsessed. Why didn’t you say anything? That’s all I watch while I’m plugging away at spreadsheets. The over-the-top murder mysteries. Did you see the one where the chef killed the billionaire’s wife with two toothpicks?”

Silver sighs, rubbing his temples. “I was there for it. The scene was shot in the fifth stage house.”

My eyes bulge. “That’s the coolest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

I’m not going to lie, I’m fan-girling a bit. Seriously though, I’ve been watching that show since I was a teenager.

“We’re definitely not going to work out,” he jokes, and I can’t help but laugh.

“How about the one where Ernie buried his best friend’s face in the turkey, which was stuffed with a cleaver? That was such a shocker!”

“In fact, I think I’m ending this little fling right now,” he continues to joke.

“Ha.Ha.Hilarious.” I grab his suit when he tries to turn away from me. His shadow of a smirk is starting to take shape. “Promise you’ll take me on set.Please.”

“Mm,” he growls.

“I don’t know what‘mm’means.” I deepen my voice to try and match his. “I want to hear the words. Say it with me. ‘Yes, kid, I’ll take you on whatever set you’d like.’”

“Is that voice supposed to be mine?” He tries not to laugh.

“Stop changing the subject.” I tap his face lightly.

“Fine. If we somehow get out of this unscathed—I’ll take you.”

“Eeee!”I squeal.

“I don’t like this side of you,” he says.

“Well get used to it, bucko. There’s fire and ice, and when it comes toChilling Desires? A giddy school girl.”

“Mm,” he replies, not sure if he’s horny or annoyed. “Alright, time to get this over with.”

I turn to stuff my feet into my boots with a big smile on my face.We have a date after all this madness is over. No more killing Russians. No more fearing for my life—

Zzzzp!

As soon as I hear the tape unfold, it’s around my mouth.

“Mmm!”I try to say, peering over my shoulder to see piercing green eyes boring down on me. Before I can complain again, his finger claws over my clit, and my tense body relaxes.

I was right, he’s horny.

Sick, sadistic, horny.

He did say this is our honeymoon, so whatever, I’m game.

“You want it?”he whispers in my ear, his voice making my hair stand.

I want it raw. I’ve wanted it for a while now, but regardless, that’s not how this game goes.

Shaking my head desperatelynoto fuel the roleplaying, he removes his finger, leaving an aching puddle pooling into my leggings.

“Then down in the cellar for you,” he threatens, and I shove my ass into his throbbing cock.

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