Page 96 of Wrecked
“I want you to make hot sex with me when we get home,” she murmurs, her voice slurred but laced with mischief.
I grin wickedly. That’s one thing my wife never has to ask me twice.
Leaning closer, my lips nuzzle her ear as I whisper, “You do know you’re getting punished tonight for being such a naughty girl, right?”
Her eyes darken, her lips catching between her teeth. “Good. I want to be punished.”
God help me, this girl sure as hell knows how to make me lose my goddamn control.
I drop one last kiss on her forehead and pull away before I lose every ounce of restraint I’m barely holding onto.
I rush around to the driver’s seat and fire up the engine. Damn, I’ve never driven home this fast in my entire life. I don’t even bother with the signals I blow through.
I just need to get home. Not only to tear off that dress that’s been testing every nerve in my body since the moment she walked in, but to finally give us both what we’ve been aching for.
When I steal a glance at her, she’s leaning with her head back, her eyes closed, and that soft smile still curving her lips.
My love for this woman has only grown with time. And it’s safe to say that one lifetime with her will never be enough. I’ll spend every damn moment wanting more.
This woman has wrecked me completely in the best possible way, and I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking the universe that she did.
The End
