Page 143 of My UnTrue Love
Bill’s smile deepened, seeing the flush on her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes. Yes siree, this was a real fine idea, if he did say so himself.
“No!” She insisted, but she was grinning. “We can’t have sex in here. What if someone comes looking for us?”
“Well, I can’t go on TV in this condition, darlin’.” He helplessly gestured to the growing bulge in his jeans. “You heard Ranger.Home on the Rangeis a family show.” He unzipped his pants. “You’re my manager. Come make this better for me.”
She glanced to his erection, then to the door, then back to him. She chewed her lower lip, and he could scent her arousal. “It’s a very mischievous idea, Bill. Even for you.”
“You like my darker side.”
“I do. I like all your sides. But…”
“Come here, Clementine.” It was an order. “Don’t make me come over there and get you.”
Her eyes widened with interest. She liked to do as she was told. …At least when it was just what she wanted to do, anyway. “Ohfine.” She engaged the lock and moved to straddle his lap, her knees on the sofa cushions. “Just a little bit, though.”
“A little bit?”
“We’re not technically having sex. No way are we going all the way.”
He chuckled. “Alright.” His fingers slid under her skirt. “How about you do something else for me?”
“Name it.”
“You let me come in your mouth.” He wanted that glorious smile all wrapped around him. “I’ve been dreaming about that for months.”
“You have?” Her lips parted in surprised pleasure, and it was the sweetest thing he ever saw. “I’ve never technically done that before.”
Bill rocked her against him, unable to stop himself. “Technically?” He repeated with a frown. “Darlin’, you know I love to talk to you about everything. But we should probably not discuss those technicalities, unless you want some fella dead.”
“I have not technically performed oral sex.” She assured him with great precision. “Muses are supposed to be naturally gifted at it, though. All the smut books say so.”
“Show me.” He grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto the floor to protect her knees.
“Just a little bit.” She warned and slid off his lap. “So you can relax before your show.” She knelt between his legs, green eyes aglow with curiosity.
“Now, you don’t need to take all of it.” Bill warned, petting her hair. “Just do what feels comfortable. I don’t want you to be… Holyshit!”
Clem’s lips encircled him and every verbal thought was erased from his mind. It was just heat and want andmine.Primal, wild instincts from the most base parts of him. A howl of satisfaction threatened to break free of his throat and his hips left the sofa, wanting to be deeper in her suckling mouth.
Smut books had not oversold the promise of sexual bliss. Muses were the most talented species to ever walk the planet. They deserved to be carried around in parades and draped in rose petals. There should be lyrical odes written about them. Monuments should be erected in their honor.
Or maybe Bill just adoredhismuse so much that every touch felt extraordinary to him.
However the hell you wanted to explain it, he was wrecked from the first stroke of her tongue. “MyGod. Just like that.” His hands tangled in her spiraling curls. “Just like that, Clem. You’re the most perfect girl in the whole world.”
His angelic bride liked praise. She made a contented sound, enjoying his enjoyment.
His head fell back in ecstasy, colors and magic swirling in his mind like a song. “My wife.” He rasped. “You just keep doing what you’re doing. You know exactly what your husband likes.”
A knock sounded at the door. “We’re ready for you in makeup, Mr. Pecos.” Someone shouted.
Clem hesitated, like she was considering pulling away.
“Don’t stop.” Bill held her still, ready to beg. “Just a little bit more. Please. I need it.” He froze when he heard what he’d said.
Big green eyes lifted to his.
“I need it.” He repeated over the pounding of his very-real heart. “I needyou, Clem. So much.”
