Page 67 of Lust & Lies
Not with him looking at me like that. Not with him this close to me. Not with his bare chest pressed against me. That adrenaline from before was morphing into something else, something sinful.
My husband and I still had some unfinished business to take care of. Lowering me to my feet, he set me down beside the bed but didn’t back away. I made no attempt to move either.
His bare chest radiated heat, and the way his eyes dipped to my lips had another set of lips puckering up, wanting to kiss him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered.
“Why areyoulooking at me like that?” I countered.
“Becauseyou'relooking at me like that,” he answered. “How am I looking at you anyway?”
“Like you want to eat me,” I told him.
This man had the nerve to lick his lips.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr. Park.”
“After breakfast, Mrs. Park.”
I swear this man was going to keep me dehydrated with the way my pussy stayed wet when he was near, depletingallmy fluids. I needed to get dressed before the staff came looking for us and found me on my knees, mouth full of cock.
“Get dressed,” I told him. “I’ll do the same.”
“I want to dress you.”
“I can dress myself, Mr. Park.”
“Not today, Mrs. Park. Humor me. I’m still recovering from earlier. Choose something to wear, Beautiful, and let me take care of you.”
I glared at him. He winked at me. Giving in, I crossed to the closet and searched through the clothing. I decided on beige slacks and a cute beige-and-black one-shoulder top. This wouldmake me look like the lady of the house and not a deranged killer.
Turning, I handed the items to him. He took them without breaking eye contact. Then I started to undress.
“Wait,” he said, laying my outfit on the bed. “I plan to undress you, too.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Mr. Park, we’ve established that I’m not helpless.”
“I’m the helpless one,” he told me. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
This man!How could I say no to a man who wanted to take care of me in every way, all ways?
“Arms up,” he told me.
I obeyed, and he eased my pajama top over my head, letting his knuckles skim along my sides before he finally got the top off and tossed it onto the bed. His smirk said it all. He knew what he was doing to me. His eyes flicked to my breasts. Desire flared in his dark gaze.
“No bra, Mrs. Park?”
“Oops. I forgot.”
I turned to rush over to the dresser. I didn’t get far. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against a wall of muscle. One hand rested flat on my stomach while the other slid up to cup my breast. I gasped when his thumb grazed my nipple.
His breath tickled my ear when he bent down to whisper, “I think you wore no bra on purpose, wife.”
“What would that purpose be, husband?”
“To get me rock hard.”
Oh, my!“And are you rock hard?” I asked.
