Page 156 of The Reason I Married Him
“Yup, established that.” His finger runs along my jaw.
“And, you know . . . I like playing with a man’s dick.”
He wets his lips again. “Tell me . . . Mrs. Preston, how would you play with mine?”
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way he’s holding me so possessively, but I actually hear myself answering.
“I’d kneel between your legs,” I say while my hand falls to his thigh. His teeth pull over his bottom lip. “Undo your pants and gently pull you out.”
“Then what?” he asks.
“Run my tongue along the underside of your cock until you’re fully erect.”
“Fuck yes,” he says as his hold on my jaw grows tighter.
“Then I’d lower my head and circle your cock with my tongue, over and over again, until you were panting.”
“I would fucking love that, baby,” he answers. “Would you make me desperate to come in your mouth?”
“I would?—”
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!” the emcee for the night shouts into the microphone, startling both Wyatt and me away from each other.
“Shit,” he whispers while softly looking back at me.
Shit is right. What the hell were we just doing? Did I tell him I’d lick the underside of his cock?
I think I did.
The audacity.
He drives his hand through his hair and sighs back into the couch.
Yeah, I feel that sigh all the way down to the marrow of my bones.
“We’re so excited to have you here tonight . . .”
The emcee continues to talk about the show, but the pounding of my pulse drowns her out as I try to catch my breath.
I peek a look over at Wyatt, and he does the same. When our eyes meet, he keeps them locked for a few seconds before they drop to my mouth and back up again.
I do the same.
And when our eyes lock, I can feel it, this electric energy bouncing between us. It’s worrisome but also exciting. It shouldn’t be happening, but oh my God, I can’t stop myself from leaning into him, letting him touch me, stare at me, and make me feel unlike anything I’ve felt before.
He was right. I avoided him for a reason today, and that was because I felt something. Something toward him. Something I shouldn’t be feeling, but I can’t help.
I’ve grown accustomed to having him around.
I look forward to him holding me at night.
And I crave his witty comebacks that provoke an eye roll from me.
But tonight, tonight it feels different, and I don’t know why.
Tonight, it feels like something’s going to happen. Someone will break, and I just hope it’s not me.
“Wow,”Wyatt says as I start sipping my fourth drink of the night. “She was an amazing singer.” He swirls the last of his whiskey and drains it.
