“Fucking me with your great big dick.”
Holy shit. She’s incredible. Those words from that sweet, sweet mouth make me crazy. She gives me more than I ask for every damn time. “That’s my girl,” I say gruffly. “You know what I like. Now move your hips.”
She rolls forward and then backward, sending me deeper than I already was.
“That’s it. That’s the way. Faster now.”
Her hand curls around my neck, and she picks up the pace, the combination of her tight heat and the insistent vibration nothing short of combustible. When her eyes close and her head falls back again, she bites her lip. That’s when I know she’s trying not to come.
I reach between us and find her clit hard and full. The mere touch of my finger makes her gasp. “Not yet.”
“Can’t hold it back.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t stop.” I leave my finger there to make sure that every forward stroke of her hips will bring her clit into contact with my finger.
“Please,” she whispers.
“You can come now.” I bring her lips down on mine to smother the sharp scream that accompanies her release. She thrashes against me, and I hold back as long as I can before I join her, letting go as she collapses into my arms, utterly spent. When I’ve recovered my breath, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
She opens her eyes and blinks twice.
“Welcome back.”
“How do you do this to me every time?” Her voice sounds gravelly and rusty from screaming.
“What did I do?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You know just what to do.”
“Are you tired?”
“I’m wrecked. Utterly and completely ruined.”
“Then I’ve done my job as your husband and as your Dom.” I kiss her and look down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed and worn and sweaty from our loving. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her. “Get some sleep. We still have a couple of hours to go.”
“Only if you’ll come sleep with me.”
I have scripts to read, proposals to review… A million things I’ve let slide in the last few weeks. I’m so far behind, I may never catch up. But my wife wants me to sleep with her? I’m there.
“Let me clean up our clothes and check on Fluff. I’ll be right back.”
By the time I crawl into bed with her ten minutes later, she’s out cold.
It’s raining when we arrive in LA, where we’re met by Seth and Josh, who drive us home to Flynn’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I guess his house is my house now, too, which reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask him for a while now.
“Did Valerie live here?”
He pauses midway through opening a beer. “Not really. She never actually moved in. We spent most of the time we were married filming the only two movies we were in together back-to-back.”
“So those aren’t her plates? The sheets on the bed?”
“Mine and mine alone. Everything in this house is mine, and you should feel free to change up anything you want to make it yours, too.”
“That’s nice of you. Thank you.” I pause before I ask the one question that has been weighing on me for days now. “If she never lived here, how did she know about the room in the basement?”
He puts the beer on the counter and leans his hip against it, crossing his arms. As always, the topic of Valerie raises his hackles. “After we wrapped the second film, we were talking about finally moving in together, officially, when I decided I should tell her about it. I showed her the room, which was much less elaborate then than it is now. Obviously, it was a huge mistake to take her down there, because she had no desire to understand me or what’s important to me.”
“She has no idea what she missed out on.”
He stares at me in that intense way he does so well. “When you show me how badly you want to understand me, it gets me,” he says softly, “right here.” He lays his hand over his heart. “I actually feel it.”
I go to him and kiss him, caressing the stubble on his jaw. “I know that feeling. I get it, too.”
Putting his arms around me, he holds me for a long quiet moment.
“Have I completed my punishment?”
“Oh damn, I forgot all about that.”
I raise my head, intending to chew him out for forgetting, but he’s laughing. He hasn’t forgotten anything.
“You’ve done a great job with your punishment, sweetheart.”
“So how do I get this thing out of me?”
“Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. Slide to the end of the bed with your legs as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be right there to help you out.”
“Are you serious? We’ve had sex—wild, monkey sex—three times today already. You’re going to break me.”
“Who said anything about having sex? You said you wanted the plug out. That’s all we’re doing.”
Crossing my arms, I eye him skeptically. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”