Frayed Silk(71)

I stare into his eyes for a heartbeat then shift to move into his side. Resting my head on his chest, I close my eyes.

And just breathe.





“That’s fine, Sarah. Just get him to send the paperwork through and tell him I’ll have it figured out by tomorrow.” Leo sighs. “No. It’ll be fine. Okay … thank you.” He ends the call, looking up from his desk in his office to find me leaning against the doorway, watching him. He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms up and over his head. He’s still in his running shorts and a baggy sweat-stained t-shirt, having just got home from the gym. “The kids get off to school okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yep. Got back from dropping them off a while ago.” I walk into the room, skimming a finger over the large shelf where a row of photo frames sit. Pictures of the kids. Then the shelf below, Leo and me in college next to our wedding and some family photos. Lifting my finger up, I frown at it. “It appears that your wife isn’t doing a very good job of dusting this office of yours,” I say, inspecting the fine coating of dust on my finger.

Giving me that signature smirk, he chucks his phone onto the desk and asks, “Really?”

Walking over to him, I take a seat on the edge of his desk and rub my bare foot up his shin. “Really.”

“Well, that might be because I’ve kept her quite busy”—his eyes heat—“doing other … things.”

“Oh?” I raise my brows and climb down into his lap. “What kind of things?” I whisper into his ear, sucking his lobe into my mouth.

He hardens beneath me, his hot breath ghosting across my neck as he says, “Very bad things.” His hand climbs underneath my dress then pulls my panties to the side to discover how wet I am.

He groans. “You see, my wife likes to play dirty. She tends to like it rough and hard. A little sweet and a little mean. You get what I’m saying?”

Shivers dance across my heated skin. I hum, but it’s more of a moan. “You poor thing. She sounds very … demanding.”

His finger toys with my entrance. “Demanding, indeed. Good thing my cock is always up for the challenge.” He thrusts his finger inside, and my head rolls back as I grind myself onto his hand. “She’s always so wet, so ready for me.” His lips graze a path up my throat. Then his finger is gone, and he’s swiping papers and his laptop to the side before lifting me onto the desk. He tugs my panties off, throwing them to the floor before grabbing my thighs and spreading me open as he sits back in his chair and bites his lip, looking at me.

“Leo,” I whimper.

“Do you need my cock, wife?” His voice is hoarse, his tone biting.

I lean up on my elbows to meet his gaze as I say, “Now.”

He smirks. “Don’t even care that I’ve just spent an hour at the gym, and I’m a sweaty mess, do you?”

I almost growl, feeling so turned on that my arms start shaking as I try to keep myself held up. “Please.”

He runs the pads of his fingers over the sides of me, purposely avoiding and teasing. I throw my head back, about to scream with frustration when I feel his mouth on me. He licks up and down my center with hard and slow swipes of his tongue. Humming deep in his throat, his hands move my legs over his shoulders, and he soon loses himself and starts feasting like a starving man.

I fall to my back, my legs wrapped around his head as I rock into each blissful movement of his tongue and lips. Then, with several harder flicks of his tongue over my clit, I come. Hard and loud, moaning his name as pleasure travels through every nerve ending of my body. He gently kisses and licks, drawing it out for me even with my legs probably smothering him to death in their vise-like grip.

With my chest heaving, I gently unwrap them, and he helps me to sit up. Standing, he picks me up, my legs hooking around his waist as he leaves his office and carries me upstairs. He sets me by the sink in our en suite before turning the water on in the shower and stripping out of his gym clothes. My thighs squeeze together as I watch him lower his shorts over the perfect globes of his ass. Throwing me a grin over his shoulder, he stalks into the shower and I just sit here, jaw hanging open before snapping into action. I jump down, tearing my dress over my head then my bra as he starts washing himself, acting as if he’s not hard as stone and doesn’t need me. Opening the door, I step in and close it, my hands going to his back and gliding over the soapy dips and valleys of his smooth skin. Sliding back down, they skirt around his midsection as I kiss his back, grabbing his engorged cock and moving my hand up and down the velvety length of it.

He curses, his head tilting back underneath the spray of the water. It runs down his face and over his body as I move around him and drop to my knees, taking him in my mouth. His hips start jerking, his hands winding into my wet hair as he starts thrusting as deep as he can go into my mouth. Gagging, I grab his ass with one hand and use the other to knead his balls. He tenses, pulling me off him and turning me around to face the tiled wall.

“Don’t want to come in my mouth, husband?” I pant over my shoulder.

He smacks then palms my ass, helping to fuel the fire that’s reignited between my legs. “I fucking love coming down your throat. But I know sucking me off gets you hot and bothered and this …” He trails his fingers over my folds then spreads them open for his cock to nudge at my entrance. “Sweet pussy needs me again.”