Page 76 of Stick to the Deal
Chapter 39
Do-Over
Iturn and check my reflection one last time, the tulle frill along my right shoulder grazing my cheek. The black-and-white silk bodice hugs my body before flaring out from a dropped waist in a dazzling layered skirt dotted with crystals. My scarlet lips smirk as I scan myself down to the same rhinestone studded heels I wore that first night.
Tonight is Reginald’s thirty-fifth birthday, and I’ve transformed myself into the black swan for him. I’ve arranged for dinner and the NYC ballet’s rendition of Swan Lake, followed by a speakeasy downtown with rare scotches. It’s going to be a fantastic night.
If I can get him out of the house.
Clutch and wrap in hand, I head down to Reginald’s office. Between the two windows, the Valkyrie photograph hangs in a simple silver frame, the focal point of the room. I tried to convince him to move it to our bedroom, but he insists on keeping it here where he can enjoy it awake.
In front of the photo sits my husband at his L-shaped desk, back to the door. He’s hunched over his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard.
Quietly, I slip into the room, carefully dropping my items in a nearby chair. I sneak up behind him, bending over so my lips hover by his ear. “Don’t you know hunching over like that is bad for your back?”
Quick as a snake, he turns, grabs me by the waist and sets me on the surface. The briefest flash of a grin shows before he buries his face in my neck. “I think my back is just fine.”
He spreads my legs with his knee. Those hands pull me to the edge of the desk. His hardening cock rubs against me and we both moan at the contact.
My head falls back, and he uses the opportunity to nip my throat.
“Wait,” I cry through the haze, splaying my hands on his chest. “What about dinner?”
“I’d rather have you.” His voice rumbles and his eyes darken.
I rub my needy core against him, desperate for friction. “Fine. But I’m not missing the ballet.”
Triumph flashes a moment before he dives for my neck again.
“No marks! Nibble on this side.” I arch the other way, giving him full access to the side obscured by the stiff black ruffle.
His lips latch on to the skin below my ear like a man starved, serving a maddening contrast to the gentle fingers lowering the single strap.
My hands grip his shirt, pulling him even closer, then stroke down his stomach to wrestle with his belt buckle. I groan with satisfaction as I free him from his pants, his cock hard and heavy in my palm. My fingers encircle the base of his shaft, giving a slight squeeze. I gather the pre-cum at the tip before working it down his length.
He rewards me with a hungry groan. “Time to unwrap my present.” Those silver eyes stare down at me as he backs up until he can lift my skirts to better view my lace covered center. “Are you already wet?” Reginald pushes the scrap of fabric aside.
I follow his gaze and see my bare pussy glistening in his office lights.
“Is this all for me, Princess?” He touches me almost reverently, then those same two fingers thrust into me, wrenching a moan as my back arches. “You’re going to scream for me, and then I’m going to fuck you on this desk. Is that a problem?”
I shake my head no, unable to speak as he drives in and out of me. His palm slaps my clit with each stroke, causing a fresh gush. The sound of my wetness around his fingers is loud in the room. Every sense is full of him, my orgasm builds, and I spread wider. A silent request for him to give me what I want.
He increases the pace, curving slightly to better rub my G-spot. His other hand caresses my throat and jaw. “So beautiful. Give me your screams, Princess. I wantthem all.” A blunt forefinger pulls my lip. My tongue darts out to swirl the tip before my mouth closes on it, sucking.
My legs tremble. I rock my hips, riding his hand. I’m close but I need something more.
Reginald removes his fingertip from my lips with a pop.
I whimper at the absence. Then a completely new sensation builds as his finger brushes my asshole, slowly pushing past the tight muscles. My entire body clenches down at the invasion, setting off my orgasm. I scream his name as my vision goes white.
My elbows give out and I lay back, panting for breath. When I open my eyes, Reginald is standing between my knees licking my cream off his fingers.
“Delicious.” He hooks the sides of my thong, gliding them off my legs before tucking it into his back pocket.
“This is going to be hard and fast if you want to make the show.” He grips my hips, tilting them up and entering me with one strong thrust.
My back arches off the desk, and I lock my ankles behind his back.
