Page 138 of Desperate Games

“You’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

His lips crash onto mine.

Bruising. Demanding.

His tongue sweeps in like he owns me—and God help me, he does.

I moan into him, pressing my body against his. The lace catches on the rough drag of his palm as he slides his hand down, cupping my ass.

“Bed,” he orders, but I shake my head, breathless.

“No. Here.”

His eyes flare, then his smirk breaks like the devil himself just got an early Christmas gift.

“Here it is.”

He spins me, bending me forward over the sleek glass table that holds a half-dozen congratulatory bouquets from the gallery crowd.

Flowers scatter, petals falling around me like confetti.

My palms brace against the glass, my nipples hard against the cool surface, as his hand skims up the back of my thigh.

“Fuck, no panties,” he groans. “You are trying to kill me aren’t you, Andy Baby?”

I arch, spreading for him. “Maybe.”

His fingers slip between my folds, and I cry out at the slick, desperate sound of him finding me drenched.

“Well, if I had to pick a way to go.”

“Don’t even tease about that—” but then I’m moaning cause his fingers have found me.

Dripping,” he growls, circling my clit once before pushing two thick fingers inside me. “Like I knew you’d be.”

“Remy!” I choke out, already clenching, already trembling.

Then he pulls free, and I whimper at the loss.

A hiss of fabric, the metallic clink of his belt. And then his cock—not just hard, but steel—nudging at my entrance.

“You ready to be ruined again, Wife?”

“By you? Always,” I pant.

And then he thrusts in, one long, brutal stroke that knocks the air from my lungs and has me crying out his name.

“Remy!”

The table shudders under us as he pounds into me, every stroke deep and relentless, every sound we make tangled together—the wet slap of skin, my gasping moans, his guttural grunts.

“That’s it,” he growls against my ear, fucking me harder, faster. “Take me. Take all of me.”

“Yes, more!” I sob, clutching at the glass.

“You gonna milk me, Baby? Gonna pull every drop from my balls?”