Page 51 of Wretched Heart
No, I want to say. Not any woman. Only her. “Just open the damn gift, Maddie.”
Her chest heaves, and she doesn’t move away immediately. She waits until she knows her close proximity has an obvious effect. My thickening cock gives me away. Every. Fucking. Time.
Prowling over to the box, Maddie pulls the ribbon and tears through the wrapping paper to reveal a brown cardboard box. “Connie did a good job of wrapping it.”
“I wrapped it. And I got Reid to put it in here so it would be waiting for you.”
Maddie sighs. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
Yes, I want to say, but I remain quiet as I will her to open the box. It shouldn’t mean so much to me, but it does. My pulse ticks up as she unfolds the cardboard flaps that conceal the contents. Maddie peers inside. Then she stills.
I hear her swallow. “I hate you,” she whispers.
“Not the response I was expecting.”
Her head whips towards me, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Why are you doing this to me?”
OK, so now I’m officially confused. I do the sensible thing and keep quiet.
“It’s like you set out to confuse me,” she says in a strangled voice. “Your mouth says one thing, but your actions are talking a whole different language, Hunter. You do know that, right?”
The truth is I didn’t, but she might have a point. I need to watch that. “It’s only books,” I try.
“And Melissa helped you?”
“It wasn’t exactly my area of expertise.”
As Maddie takes a step towards me, I stand straight. “I’ll leave you to look through your TBR pile,” I say, hoping I’ve used the right acronym Melissa had mentioned in our exchanges. I reach for the door handle. If I stay… If she gets any closer…
“Hunter,” she says, her voice full of the kind of authority I’d be wise not to recognize. She’s an arm’s length away. “If you don’t kiss me now, I swear–”
I grab the sides of her head and crush my lips against hers. When her tongue meets mine, I want to devour her, and she knows it too as her hands move down to my zipper. Her fingers follow the ridge of my throbbing cock, and she hums a wicked laugh into my mouth.
I’m determined to keep my hands on her face. The door handle presses into my spine as if reminding me that the exit is right there. There’s work I need to catch up on. I’m about to take control of the paper mill, and I need to talk Maddie through the board meeting Reid’s arranged for tomorrow. That’s what this marriage is all about. It’s not…
There’s a tug on my belt buckle as Maddie unfastens it.
“Jesus, Maddie,” I say, dragging my lips from hers. “What are you doing?”
She bites her lip as the sound of my zipper being pulled down cuts through the sounds of heavy panting. Mine. “I just want to thank my husband,” she says with a sweet smile that has me undone.
“Maddie, no,” I try, but I don’t stop her as she drops to her knees.
My hands stay on her head, and I rake my fingers gently through her hair. I scrape back her loose locks so I get an uninterrupted view of her face as she finishes unfastening my pants. She pulls them down to my thighs, and strokes the outline of my erection through my boxers. Teasing me. Torturing me.
When her eyes flick up, I feel a jolt of something sinful that makes my balls contract.
“And what do you think you’re going to do with that, Mrs. Griffin?” I ask in a hoarse whisper as my airway constricts. She has me by the balls and the throat with just that look.
Maddie’s fingers slip around the waistband of my boxer shorts. “Whatever you’d like me to do, husband,” she says as she tugs and my cock springs free.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she wraps her hand around my shaft. And then she waits. She’s going to make me say it. Damn her.
I rope her hair in one hand and use my other to graze my thumb across her mouth. I trail a line across her lips then push my thumb into her mouth. When she sucks, it’s my hips that thrust forward. My thumb comes out of her mouth with a satisfying pop. I press down on her chin and her jaw drops open.
“I want you to suck me dry, wife.”
Maddie draws her hand up and down my cock, positioning my glistening crown in front of her open mouth. She pokes out her tongue and laps at the bead of precum, spreading it in a circular motion across my tip. I want to plunge my cock down her throat, and tremble with the effort of holding back. She hasn’t done this before. If I’m going to take another of her firsts, I need to take this slowly.
