Page 41 of Burn Bag (Owens Protective Services #31)

DAPHNE

I was determined to make this up to Bradley somehow. After I cried all my tears and he brought me home, I made a plan to make this all better. Well, I tried. It turned out there was no easy way to make up for ruining a perfectly good truck.

I considered making him breakfast the next morning, but quickly squashed that idea when I remembered the burn incident. Then I thought about buying him a new truck, but decided that was really a very personal purchase and couldn’t make it without him.

So, I did what any sane woman would do. I had one of the ladies go out and buy me the sexiest, filthiest lingerie they could find so I could seduce my husband. Really, I didn’t see any other way around it.

I made sure the house was clean, being careful not to do anything that might accidentally burn the house down or injure myself in some way. The last thing Bradley needed was another trip to the hospital.

When everything was ready, I messaged Red and asked him to make sure Bradley showered before he came home. Many, many questions followed, but in the end, the angry emoji was all it took for him to concede.

I grabbed a basket of rose petals and made a trail from the front door over to his favorite chair in the living room. From there, I made another trail of petals upstairs where I planned to carry out the second part of my apology.

Quickly changing into the lingerie, I decided I looked pretty good. It was a sheer black bodice with barely there cups and a split in the crotch for easy access. The garters were a bonus, along with the silk stockings. I added a pair of black heels just because I thought he might like them.

Then I tied my hair up in a ponytail so he’d have something to grip onto, though I made sure to leave it hanging down my back in pin-straight strands.

When I was positive I couldn’t make myself any more enticing, I took the silk robe out of the box and wrapped it around my body, stowing the box under the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I carefully walked downstairs, determined not to break an ankle on the way and ruin the effect.

Now I just had to wait for Bradley to get home.

I was about to sit down when I remembered the champagne.

Technically, the only thing we were celebrating was the fact that he hadn’t murdered me after I ruined his prized truck.

Every once in a while, I caught him staring outside longingly where his truck had once sat in the driveway. It made me feel absolutely horrible, but this was the start of a clean slate for us. It had to be.

I heard his voice outside and quickly poured the champagne in the glass, setting it on the table beside his chair, before rushing over to press my body against the wall out of sight. I wanted this whole thing to be perfect for him.

When the front door opened, I held my breath, praying he didn’t curse under his breath for the mess I’d left behind. Instead, I heard the distinct sound of him toeing off his boots before calling my name.

“Daphne?” The curiosity in his tone gave me hope, and like I planned, he walked right past me, unable to see me on the other side of the wall, and walked over to his chair.

“Sit down,” I said, hoping my voice came out sexy and not too demanding.

He froze, glancing over his shoulder slightly. That’s when I stepped out of the shadows and made my way toward him, walking with a sway to my hips that I hoped conveyed sex appeal and not the look of a newborn fawn.

His eyes immediately trailed over the silk robe and down to where I fingered the tie at the waist, then skimmed lower to my legs, and finally my heels. The audible sound of him swallowing was a victory point, but I still had to carry this out and make it memorable.

“I said, sit down.” I pressed a single finger to his chest and pushed lightly.

He fell back with a thump and instantly reached for my thigh, but I smacked his hand away, tsking him for trying to touch me.

“Not yet,” I whispered. Bending over, I rested both hands on the arms of his chair and licked the shell of his ear. “Don’t. Move.”

Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, running my hands down his chest and over his thighs in the process.

His eyes bugged out as I slowly massaged his legs, inching toward his growing erection every time.

The robe peeked open just slightly, giving him a taste of what was to come, and I knew he was itching to get his hands on me, but that was part of the allure.

I couldn’t let him rip his present open too soon.

My fingers finally slid to his pants and brushed over his cock. The groan that left his lips gave me the confidence to keep going. I slowly lowered the zipper, tugging at the sides of his pants, which he willingly helped me unsheathe.

His cock was already coated in precum as I took his thick length in my hand and pumped him slowly. “How would you like it, Mr. Kavanaugh?”

He swallowed hard, unable to say a thing.

“Soft and gentle?” I shook my head, frowning. “No, I don’t think you like soft and gentle. I think you like hard and rough,” I said, emphasizing my words by squeezing him hard as I jerked him. “Or maybe you like to be in control.”

His hips bucked and he tightened his grip on the arms of the chair to keep from grabbing me. But that wouldn’t last long. I knew it wouldn’t take much to set him off .

Leaning forward, I licked the crown of his cock, swirling my tongue around him for good measure. He hissed in a breath, biting back a moan as I took him halfway into my mouth, teasing him for what was about to come.

I tugged his jeans the rest of the way off, making him wait to have my mouth on him again. I took my time, folding his jeans and tossing his underwear aside. When I looked up at him under my thick eyelashes, he was barely holding on.

“I’m here to service you, Mr. Kavanaugh.” I wrapped my lips around him again, this time moaning as I sucked him all the way into the back of my throat.

And with that, he snapped. His hand shot out, gripping my ponytail in his fist as his cock surged into the back of my throat as he cried out. I moaned indecently around him, sending vibrations from the base of his dick all the way to the tip.

Within seconds, he was fucking my mouth, panting hard as he took what he wanted from me.

My hand shot to the back of his thighs, holding him tight to me as I sucked and licked every inch of him.

I thought for sure he was about to explode, but then he shoved to his feet and wrapped my hair around his fist before drawing me in closer.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my cock?”

Still stuffed with his length to the back of my throat, I nodded, batting my eyelashes at him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees, sucking me, swallowing me. But can you really take me?”

I had no idea what he meant, but I knew I was about to find out.

I licked the underside of his cock right before he pulled out almost to the tip, then shoved himself deep inside my throat, fucking short and deep before pausing and holding his cock at the base of my throat.

Seconds passed where I was sure he wasn’t going to let me up for air, but then he pulled out and allowed me just long enough to suck in a breath before he did it again.

His cock abused my throat, fucking me raw over and over again. Spit dribbled down the sides of my mouth and tears stung my eyes from how hard he was taking me, but the dark desire in his eyes was all it took for me to wrap my lips around him and beg for more.

“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His eyes shuddered and then he opened them and stared at me intently. “Fuck, I’m coming. Take it all. Swallow my cum. Swallow all of it.”

He shoved into the back of my throat one last time, and then hot, tangy cum shot down my throat in long ropes. I thought for sure I was going to gag before he let up, but finally, he pulled himself out of my mouth as long strings of saliva spread from his cock to my mouth.

“Clean me up,” he ordered. “Get it all.”

Still panting, I leaned forward, pressing my hands to his thighs as I licked his cock clean. He was watching me the whole time, his eyes dark and dangerous while I licked every last inch of his still-hard cock.

By the time I was done, my legs were numb and I couldn’t feel my feet, but that was so worth it.

“What’s under that robe?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“I guess you’ll have to take me upstairs to find out.”

I was yanked off my feet before I even finished the sentence, and thrown over his shoulder. A harsh slap landed on my ass, and then his fingers massaged the bruised skin before dipping between my legs where I was already soaked for him.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

I giggled as he took the stairs two at a time, my body bouncing against his shoulder.

“Woman, whatever you’re up to, you’re in serious trouble.”

“That’s what I was hoping for,” I said, earning me another slap to the ass.

“Nice touch, leading me with the roses. Did you think I wouldn’t know where to take you?”

He slowly hauled me off his shoulder and lowered me to the floor. My robe was bunched in all the wrong places and barely still on one shoulder, but with the heated expression he was shooting me, it didn’t really matter .

I stepped back, untying the robe before letting it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. My skin heated as his eyes burned a flaming trail over my body, taking in every inch of the lingerie.

“You did this for me?”

I nodded, biting my lip. God, I hoped he liked it.

“Spread those legs. Let me see your pussy.”

With as much confidence as I could muster, I took a step to the side and spread my legs wide for him.

“Spread those pussy lips. Let me see your cream.”

I stalled, not sure if I was prepared for that part of the game. And that was all it took for his face to darken. He stalked toward me, standing just an inch in front of me.

“I said, spread those pussy lips.”