The Hookup Handbook(56)

Yes, I get that worked up just by watching you undress. Her smile tells me she’s amused by this.

“I know you’re exhausted. I’ll be fine. Get in bed.”

She lingers, watching me a moment longer before she finally obeys, pulling back the crisp white sheet and fluffy duvet to slide beneath them.

I finish my before-bed ritual and join her. Sienna rolls closer, nestling into my side. Her fingers slide over my firm stomach, moving lower. She stops at the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I suck in a sharp inhale.

“It’s also not nice to tease a man,” I murmur, turning my head to plant a kiss at her temple.

Working her hand beneath the elastic, Sienna takes me in her palm. I’m still fully hard, and she leisurely strokes all eight inches of me.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I say on a groan. “You sure? You don’t have to.”

She moves closer, tilting her chin toward mine. I capture her mouth in a soft kiss.

“I know,” she says. “Is this what you want?”

“This is nice,” I say, kissing her neck.

She hums. “Nice?”

“Very nice,” I say, grinning against her lips.

“Do you want my mouth or my pussy?”

My sweet wife, ladies and gentlemen. In public, she’s the perfect lady, but in the bedroom, with me? She’s fucking filthy, and I love it.

My heart trips over itself as my pulse rate speeds up. “I want to slide into your warm pussy so deep that you can’t help but moan my name.”

She makes a wordless sound of agreement.

“But I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Her hand moves a little faster. “I want it.”

Seconds later, I sit up, shoving down my boxers and dropping them over the side of the bed, and then I’m tugging Sienna’s panties down and positioning myself between her legs. I kiss her neck, her breasts, lightly tease her nipples with my tongue and my teeth. Forcing myself to have patience, I wait until she’s moaning and moving beneath me, desperate for more.

My mouth closes over hers, and we kiss deeply as I begin to sink slowly—inch by delicious inch—into her tight heat.

“Case . . .” She pants, angling her hips up.

Her body is so warm and inviting. It’s like she was built just for me. It doesn’t take long for us to find our perfect rhythm.

I fuck my angel into the bed. I fuck this woman who’s my whole world until she’s moaning and gripping my shoulders, sobbing into my neck.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Come for me.”

Wrapping her legs around my waist, Sienna drives us even closer.

Heaven. It’s pure heaven feeling her clench around me, and then moments later, Sienna is coming, her body writhing under mine as her pussy spasms and milks me.

It feels so good. I can’t hold back any longer.

My thrusts grow jerky, and I growl out my release as Sienna’s body continues spasming around me. After, I pull her close, holding her in my arms as our hearts slow.

Knowing that she’s mine to take care of, that she’s mine to please and to love and to worship, it makes a small knot of tightness in my chest grow. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. And knowing we’re going to have our own family soon? It has turned me into an emotional basket case. But I have zero complaints.

My life before her was so empty and cold. Lifeless even.

But today, my home is no longer the headquarters for an escort agency. I no longer have to worry about performing, or protection, or clients. Now I get to enjoy a cozy home in the suburbs with the woman I love by my side.

It’s a pretty sweet deal, and it definitely proved that sometimes real life is stranger than fiction.

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“That’s why I like dogs. You can just trick them with a little bit of peanut butter.” Her voice is pretty. Sweet and melodic, and I wonder if the face matches.

I turn into the conference room and holy matching face of an angel.

The woman is hotter than sin. The brunette perched in a conference chair is smiling at my assistant, showing off the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen. She wears a black and white dress, and she looks like a cookie I want to bite.

Which is a thoroughly inappropriate reaction. I remind myself to expunge inappropriate thoughts from my mind. My dick got me in trouble last night. No way is that sneaky bastard getting me in trouble now. But fuck me, I seriously need some action.

She and Toby turn to me. “This is Josh Hanson! He’s my boss! And he’s also a rock star in one-on-one basketball. He kills me every time we play!”

Um, we played once. But he’s right—I did destroy him.

I give a self-deprecating grin. “You played valiantly. It was an even match up.”

The woman stands, revealing long, toned legs that I do my best not to stare at it because I’m not an asshole who objectifies women—especially not women I want to do business with—but I’m waging an internal battle between the will of my dick and my brain right now. My dick is edging closer to victory the longer I stare at her.