Page 90 of Babies for the Boss
“What’s that?”
He growls in my ear, “That I was a man before I was a father, and that man has needs.” He spins me to face him, and there’s hunger in those icy blue eyes. “Thank you for reminding me who I am.”
“I’m glad I could remind you. But now, I want you to show me.”
“With pleasure.” He takes my hand and leads me to the elevators. When the doors close, he’s on me in a flash, his mouth on mine, a meaty hand hooking my leg around his as he presses me into the corner. He’s hard already—I feel it beneath ourclothes. A yearning whimper comes out of me, ugly and raw, and that only spurs him on.
When the doors open, it’s not our floor. It’s an elderly couple.
Pavel smirks as he sets my leg down, then politely says, “How about that weather?”
The old woman snorts, and the old man mutters, “Get a room.”
“That’s where we’re heading right now,” I say with a shit-eating grin.
When the doors open again, it’s our floor, thankfully. Pavel takes me down the hall to our room, and he’s on me again the moment the door is shut. He practically tears the dress from me, while I work on the buttons of his shirt. As he kisses down my neck, I point out, “We’ll never make it to the bed like this.”
“Since when do you care about being in a bed?”
“I don’t. Just pointing it out.”
His chuckle falls on my collarbone as he shimmies my dress from my body, having gotten the zipper down. It hits the floor with a thud, and he steps back slowly, staring at me as he finishes undressing.
“What are you doing?”
“It has been a long time since I saw my wife like this. I want to savor it.”
I roll my eyes. “You see me naked all the time.”
“Yes. Going in and out of the shower. Not like this. Not in lingerie and heels, looking especially…” He sighs, long and low. “You have not been my pet in a very long time, wife.”
The words shake something loose inside me. “And you have not been Sir in a very long time, husband.”
He steps forward, hooking his hand around my neck. Not choking. Claiming. Heat flashes through me all at once, and I remember everything. The ropes around my ankles and wrists. The blindfold. The gags. A spanking that made it so I couldn’t sit right for two days. I have missed not only my husband.
I have missed this too.
“Then tonight, we play. If you wish.”
I reach up for his handsome face, cupping the side of it. “I want you. In every way I can have you.”
The hand on my throat trails over me. My bra, my stomach, my underwear, my thighs, and all the while, he stares into my eyes. Until he can’t take it anymore. Then, his mouth is on me again, as he leads me to the oversized bed.
He lies on top of me—me, still in my pretty black lingerie—and grinds against me with the full force of his powerful body. I lift my hips upward to meet his movements, and the underwear is the only reason he’s not inside of me right now. The delicious pressure of his hard cock rubbing me there could be enough to make me come. I’m so fucking lit right now that I might explode before we begin.
“Are you sure about this, wife? It has been a long time?—”
“Call me wife, call me pet, I don’t care what you call me as long as you’re inside of me.”
He rips that strip of cloth from between us, and the head of his cock notches there. Still, he holds back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—it has been a long time. I don’t want to hurt you. We go slow?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
A husky laugh tumbles out of him. “Patience, wife.” He moves a fraction of an inch, and there’s no pain. Only him. “Anything?”
