Page 75 of Fair Trade
I keep stride with her, only slowing when I can’t help myself and need another peek of that black flowy skirt that softly molds around her ass that’s kept me semi hard all morning.
We make it to her office, and she shuts the door with more force than necessary.
Ah, my little Angel looks so tough, thinking she’s got me locked up in her domain.
When in reality, she has no idea that my patience has run out and so has her time.
And I’ve got her right where I want her.
thirty-six
That was reckless.
We had a plan. Keep everything vague and family friendly.
We’d play the role of the newlyweds, playing coy.
Until Nick took a sledgehammer to the carefully crafted plan by revealing that I call him the devil.
It won’t take long before they pin that nickname to something sexual, and then the articles will steer away from our wholesome image to something more sensual.
Something kinkier. Something… like the look of desire Nick has on his face as he prowls toward me.
“Lucifer,” I warn.
He doesn’t stop until he rounds my desk and pins my ass to it. “Angel,” he all but growls.
The look in his eye and the tone of his voice have me clenching my thighs together.
His wicked smile is my only warning before he has me sitting on my desk. And before I can register what’s happening, he’s stepping between my open legs.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out breathier than expected.
“I’m having a long overdue conversation with my wife. You?” His hands land on my waist, and I flatten my lips to keep a moan from escaping.
“What you did out there. What you s-said.” I shake my head. “What were you thinking?” I say more firmly, grasping at straws to find my train of thought as Nick’s warmth consumes me.
“Hmm, good question. Thank you for asking.” His chest rumbles against mine as he leans closer and places a kiss under my ear.
“Nick—”
“I love hearing my name on your lips.” He nips my ear. “But you asked me a question, and it’s rude to interrupt.” His hands travel down to my thighs as he spreads them further.
“I was thinking that it’s quite silly for my wife to be running around our house, trying to get off, when she has a husband who is more than willing to handle all of her needs.”
I gasp, and his smile turns downright carnal. “Oh, Angel, did you think those vibrations were silent? You had me thinking the second floor was being invaded by an enthusiastic swarm of bees for a second there.”
I feel my body heat with embarrassment. I can’t believe he’s known what I’ve been doing this whole time.
“Oh, none of that. No need to be embarrassed. I love the thought of you sprawled out on a bed, playing with yourself. The only problem is, I’d enjoy being the one to play with you much, much more.”
I make a mewling sound as my hips cant, looking for friction that Nick won’t provide yet. “I was also thinking about the medical results we got shortly after we married, the ones needed to add you as a beneficiary to my will and my top-tier life insurance. The same one that states in black and white that we’reboth in the clear. Oh, and that fancy new birth control you’re taking.” His hands drift, pulling up my tight skirt in the process. “So when you ask me what the hell I’m thinking, it’s this: when I fuck you again, there will be no condom in sight. I will be filling up this tight little cunt with so much cum it will be dripping out of you every time you stand, walk, or bend. And just when you think I’ve had my fill of you, I’ll fuck your face so thoroughly you won’t even have the option to spit. You’ll have to swallow every last drop of me. How you showed me you could that fateful night we met. The last time my cock’s been touched by anyone besides me.”
I don’t hold back my moan this time, his dirty words making me wetter by the second.
I didn’t miss the admission rolled into his filthy words. The ones that confess that he hasn’t been with anyone since me. And for some godforsaken reason, I believe him.
Which is how I find myself pleading. “Nick, please.”
