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“Your cock. In my mouth,” I admitted, feeling bold and reckless all at once. And, God, did I want him.
“Jesus Christ,” Wolfe muttered as he pulled me down onto the bed, so I was sprawled on top of his naked chest. Our lips met in a frantic, hungry kiss and I let out a low moan when his hand slid under my pajama top, finding my breast and squeezing it gently. He laughed softly against my lips. “Shh.”
My mind skirted around thoughts of the kids asleep down the hall. What would Ariel think if she knew? Or Florian? Tiana and Belle were too young to understand, but the guilt still gnawed at me. Right now, though, all that mattered was Wolfe, and the intense desire that surged through my veins, so I pushed those intrusive thoughts away. One quick, hot fuck. That’s all this was.
I broke the kiss, sliding down Wolfe’s body and pressing kisses over his chest and abdomen. My hands trembled with anticipation as I reached for his thick, hard cock, feeling a surge of satisfaction when he sucked in a sharp breath at my touch. I flicked my tongue over the head once, then twice, before taking him into my mouth and sucking hard.
The taste of him was intoxicating, filling my senses and driving me wild. I wanted more—needed more. And going by the sound of Wolfe’s labored breathing, he felt the same way.
“Esme,” he groaned, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re amazing.”
I felt amazing, with his cock hard and hot in my mouth, his heart thundering as I reached up to run my hand over his chest.
Wolfe’s fingers tangled in my hair, forcing me to look up at him as I continued to suck him off. His hazel eyes were dark with lust and need, a mirror of my own feelings. With every warm, wet swirl of my tongue, I felt the heat grow between us until it was scorching me.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice strained by the effort to remain quiet.
He pulled me up towards him, our lips crashing together hungrily, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. We couldn’t get enough of each other, our bodies desperate for the sweet release we both so desperately craved.
“Fuck, Esme, you are the hottest thing I have ever seen,” Wolfe growled between kisses, his hands fumbling with the buttons of my pajama top. “I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Me too,” I admitted, my breath hitching as he pushed the fabric aside to reveal my breasts. My heart pounded when he cupped and squeezed my tits. Oh god, I could come just from that.
With a low growl, Wolfe tugged at my pants, discarding them onto the floor before pulling me close again. He rolled onto his side, taking me with him, our bodies pressed tightly together. One of his muscular arms wrapped around my waist while the other hooked my leg over his hip, exposing my throbbing core to him.
“Please, Wolfe,” I begged, my nails digging into his back as I arched against him. “I need you inside me.”
Without another word, he positioned himself at my entrance, sliding his thick cock inside of me with one smooth thrust. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. God, it felt so good. Wolfe filled me completely, his powerful body driving into mine with a desperate urgency that matched my own. I couldn’t get enough of him, my inner walls clenching around him as he moved within me.
“Now, princess, you’re gonna come twice for me,” Wolfe whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The wicked promise sent shivers down my spine.
“Mmm,” was all I could manage, too lost in the waves of pleasure to think about anything other than what was happening between us. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Wrapping my arm around his back, I held on tight while he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.
It didn’t take long for me to reach my first climax. My body tensed and then unraveled; the sensation was so intense that I nearly cried out. Wolfe’s low chuckle vibrated against my skin as he murmured, “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, Esme.”
My heart clenched at his words, and I clung to him, letting the sensations wash over me like a tidal wave. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He shifted his angle just slightly, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars. Before I knew it, I was tumbling headlong into another orgasm, my nails digging into his back as he continued to move inside me.
“Jesus, Esme…” Wolfe groaned, his voice ragged as he reached his own release. His body shuddered against mine, his grip on me tightening before he finally collapsed, spent.
For a few moments, we lay there together, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat, basking in the afterglow. It felt like we were floating, somewhere outside of reality, where nothing else mattered except the connection between us.
I stirred, reluctantly pulling away from Wolfe. “I need to get back to bed,” I whispered, my voice thick with regret.
“Of course,” he agreed, though the reluctance in his own tone mirrored my feelings. He let me go, and I slipped from his arms, feeling suddenly cold without the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
I went to the ensuite bathroom, cleaning myself up quickly before returning to Wolfe’s side. The look in his eyes was almost enough to make me change my mind, to dive back into bed with him and forget about everything else that waited for us outside this room. But I couldn’t do that–not when the kids were depending on me.
“Goodnight, Wolfe,” I murmured, leaning in to press one final, lingering kiss to his lips.
“Goodnight, Esme,” he replied, his gaze never leaving mine as I stepped away and slipped out of the room.
As I tiptoed down the hallway, my heart ached with conflicting emotions. The sex we’d shared was fucking incredible, but it had also opened up a whole new world of uncertainty. What would happen between us now? It’s not like my situation had changed at all, had it? I mean, here I was, sneaking back into bed between Tee and Belle, as if I needed a reminder of exactly why this was so impossible.
CHAPTER25
Wolfe
“Sure, you can ask him, but if he says he’s busy, don’t pester him.” Esme’s stern warning floated through the open kitchen window. I watched as Florian, Tiana, and Belle clambered from the pool, quickly dried off, and hurried inside. They stopped dead at the sight of me, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded, a questioning look on my face. They were clearly expecting to run down to my office to haul me out.