14. Be A Good Wife

14

BE A GOOD WIFE

EVANGELINE

“ I have to leave,” I whisper and give Darren a peck on the lips.

“Baby, come on. I’ve already punished Noah for pushing you in,” he says sleepily.

“You took him out for ice cream.” I laugh, and he gives me a wolfish grin.

He opens his eyes and pulls me back into the bed. “Five more minutes,” he insists, grabbing my ass and pulling me further into him, where I feel his hard cock press into me.

“There’s a board meeting this morning,” I tell him while trying to untangle myself from the sheets.

“Didn’t I already prove I could make you come in less than five?” he raises a cocky eyebrow.

“You did, but why would you want to when you can have me for hours when you come back to Georgetown?”

“That is definitely something worth waiting for.” He smiles against my lips and releases me. “But I’ve never been a patient man.

“Audrina will be happy to see you,” he says.

I flop back onto the bed and close my eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Audrina?” Darren teases, rolling over and propping himself up by his elbow.

“I’m not scared.”

“Liar.” He pokes me and I laugh.

“Mildly intimidated,” I offer. “I don’t know what to say to her,” I admit.

“Tell her the truth.”

Maybe I’m all talk about telling the world that I used to be an escort because the thought of facing Audrina and Bethany with the news makes me queasy.

“Tell her that your grandmother died, and you had to put your family affairs in order,” he corrects and then shrugs. “What? It’s truth adjacent.”

“Truth adjacent,” I grumble. “You really are a politician now.”

He pulls me closer to him. “I’ll go with you.”

“You have an ad to film,” I remind him. “I’d stick around just to see them put makeup on you, but I’d miss the meeting,” I tease.

“Makeup? No one said anything about makeup.”

“You can’t be on camera with a shiny nose.” I touch the tip of his nose.

He grimaces. “This makes filming an ad even less appealing.”

“You’ll do great, I’m sure, and just think of how many voters you’ll reach.”

“I don’t want you to drive all that way by yourself.”

“If you’d let me take the helicopter…”

He cuts me off with a look.

“The chances of the same thing happening to me that happened to your parents are very small,” I try to reason.

“No. End of discussion,” he declares, turning me over onto my back, pressing the weight of his body over mine, and I concede.

The sound of his commanding voice vibrates through me and I wiggle under him as he draws my arms over my head.

I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his erection press into me. He kisses my temple and works his way down my jaw.

“You’re going to make me late,” I insist a bit noncommittally.

“Do I need to tie you to the bed?” he groans against my neck, and I swallow hard at the thought of it.

My lack of protest causes him to lift his eyes to mine. He sits back on his heels, my legs still wrapped around him, and he drags a palm between my breasts and down the silky nightgown until it reaches my belly, which quivers under his touch.

We stare at each other in the silence with the early morning light filtering in through the drawn curtains. It makes the room look hazy.

“Five minutes.” He looks at the clock on the bedside table and then back at me. “I think I’ll take my time.”

He retrieves the discarded tie from the nightstand.

“Darren.” I really do have to leave, but with that look in his eyes and the tie gripped in his hand, I can’t seem to make myself move.

He takes my wrists, and I stretch my neck to watch as he wraps the tie around them, careful not to pull it too tight, as he restrains me to the headboard.

With his lips close to my ear he says, “Now, be a good wife and try to stay quiet.”

I writhe beneath him and close my eyes as he drags his hand from my arm down the side of my body, his thumb brushing over my already hardened nipple. The bed moves as he shifts his weight and grips my hips.

His eyes become a lusty green as he takes me in and I wiggle beneath him. “Jesus, you look so fucking beautiful tied up like a present just for me,” he breathes, and heat blooms in my stomach.

Slowly, he lifts the nightgown as if he’s unwrapping me, pressing kisses to my belly and up my ribcage, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He stops just below my breast and wraps his mouth around the tight bud of my nipple over the silk material. I lift my head to watch as his tongue darts out, wetting the fabric, pulling and sucking until my body is shaking and I’m begging him to relieve the ache that’s formed between my legs.

How can such a simple thing cause my body to feel as if it’s on fire? I’ve missed him so much.

Without even realizing, I’m moving my hips to the cadence of his tongue as he licks and sucks. I’m seeking out the hardness of his cock, wishing he were inside me as he worships each breast. As much as I wanted him to restrain me, I want to touch him, to run my fingers over his shoulder blades and down the hard ridges of his stomach until I hold his cock in my hand.

If I wanted to, I could slip my wrists through the loosely tied material, but when I pull, Darren lifts his eyes to meet mine and shakes his head.

“Do you want me to stop what I’m doing to you?” he asks in a low, rough voice that sends tingles down my spine.

I shake my head.

He leaves my nightgown bunched above my breasts and then works his way down my body. My chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath as he runs his tongue over my slit. Even through my panties it sets me on fire.

“You’re wet for me,” he says in a pleased tone.

I dig my foot into the mattress, trying to stay still. “Yes.”

He rewards me by pulling my panties down enough that he can kiss the sensitive skin just above my clit, and I love the tease just as much as I hate it. I lift my hips, urging him to pull them all the way off, and he nips at me.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head back into the pillow, my mouth dropping open as he obliges me by pulling my panties all the way off. I can feel his breath against me, and I shiver, suppressing another moan. I tilt my head so I can watch as he gazes down at me and all I can see are thick black lashes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as if I’m a meal he’s about to savor.

It’s slow and wicked the way he laps at me, his tongue swiping at my clit with a torturous flick that only allows a jolt of pleasure to rip through me before it dissipates.

“Oh, God,” I squeak out, my moans getting louder until he stops.

“I know it feels good, baby, but you have to stay quiet,” he urges me.

I bite my lip when he sits back and slips his boxers down to reveal his hardened length dripping with precum. It pulses in his hand as he slides the wetness down his shaft. When he leans over me to press a kiss to my lips, he knows exactly what he’s doing as his cock glides through my opening and I moan into his mouth.

“Darren, please,” I beg.

All I want to do is wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me but I can’t and it’s torturous. It’s all too much. I fight to stay quiet while he runs his length back and forth, skimming over my clit, causing me to jump in response. I’m on the edge and I feel as if I’m teetering—fighting to stay in that sweet spot before I fall. I push my hips up to meet each stroke.

Just a little bit faster or a little more pressure and I’m there. I don’t care if I look desperate or needy, I’m to the point where all modesty is buried.

I want my husband.

I want him badly.

He leans over me, his body weight grounding me as he pushes in. I let out a gasp, but I can’t hold in my cries any longer. “Darren,” I say, before his palm closes over my mouth and I scream into it.