Page 40 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

thirty-six

That was reckless.

We had a plan. Keep everything vague and family friendly.

We’d play the role of the newlyweds, playing coy.

Until Nick took a sledgehammer to the carefully crafted plan by revealing that I call him the devil.

It won’t take long before they pin that nickname to something sexual, and then the articles will steer away from our wholesome image to something more sensual.

Something kinkier. Something… like the look of desire Nick has on his face as he prowls toward me.

“Lucifer,” I warn.

He doesn’t stop until he rounds my desk and pins my ass to it. “Angel,” he all but growls.

The look in his eye and the tone of his voice have me clenching my thighs together.

His wicked smile is my only warning before he has me sitting on my desk. And before I can register what’s happening, he’s stepping between my open legs.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out breathier than expected.

“I’m having a long overdue conversation with my wife. You?” His hands land on my waist, and I flatten my lips to keep a moan from escaping.

“What you did out there. What you s-said.” I shake my head. “What were you thinking?” I say more firmly, grasping at straws to find my train of thought as Nick’s warmth consumes me.

“Hmm, good question. Thank you for asking.” His chest rumbles against mine as he leans closer and places a kiss under my ear.

“Nick—”

“I love hearing my name on your lips.” He nips my ear. “But you asked me a question, and it’s rude to interrupt.” His hands travel down to my thighs as he spreads them further.

“I was thinking that it’s quite silly for my wife to be running around our house, trying to get off, when she has a husband who is more than willing to handle all of her needs.”

I gasp, and his smile turns downright carnal. “Oh, Angel, did you think those vibrations were silent? You had me thinking the second floor was being invaded by an enthusiastic swarm of bees for a second there.”

I feel my body heat with embarrassment. I can’t believe he’s known what I’ve been doing this whole time.

“Oh, none of that. No need to be embarrassed. I love the thought of you sprawled out on a bed, playing with yourself. The only problem is, I’d enjoy being the one to play with you much, much more.”

I make a mewling sound as my hips cant, looking for friction that Nick won’t provide yet.

“I was also thinking about the medical results we got shortly after we married, the ones needed to add you as a beneficiary to my will and my top-tier life insurance. The same one that states in black and white that we’re both in the clear.

Oh, and that fancy new birth control you’re taking.

” His hands drift, pulling up my tight skirt in the process.

“So when you ask me what the hell I’m thinking, it’s this: when I fuck you again, there will be no condom in sight.

I will be filling up this tight little cunt with so much cum it will be dripping out of you every time you stand, walk, or bend.

And just when you think I’ve had my fill of you, I’ll fuck your face so thoroughly you won’t even have the option to spit.

You’ll have to swallow every last drop of me.

How you showed me you could that fateful night we met.

The last time my cock’s been touched by anyone besides me. ”

I don’t hold back my moan this time, his dirty words making me wetter by the second.

I didn’t miss the admission rolled into his filthy words. The ones that confess that he hasn’t been with anyone since me. And for some godforsaken reason, I believe him.

Which is how I find myself pleading. “Nick, please.”

His eyes meet mine, and he seems satisfied with what he sees. He hikes my skirt up until it gathers around my hips and pulls my panties off in a move that should have taken much more maneuvering.

I’m spread bare for the man who plagues all of my thoughts, especially my horny ones.

It doesn’t even dawn on me that we’re at our workplace, that someone might walk in on us at any moment, until he’s dropping to his knees.

“Nick, shit. The door—”

“Is locked. As if I’d let anyone interrupt the meal I’m about to make out of my wife.” He inhales deeply, making my body heat all the way down to my toes. “Fuck, I missed your scent. You smell so fucking good.”

His tongue lashes out without mercy.

I lean back on the desk and arch into his sinful mouth. “Nick, oh my God,” I try to whisper.

“Quiet, wife, or I’ll have to find something to stuff your mouth with.” His eyes are devious as his lips suck on my clit, almost sending me flying off the desk.

I know I’m not going to last very long. But the time might be cut in half when I realize that Nick’s released his cock from his suit pants and is jerking himself off under my desk.

The sight is vulgar. Feral. And it makes me sink into the feeling of Nick’s tongue toying with my clit.

A few seconds later, I come on a silent scream, releasing more of my essence into Nick’s welcoming mouth, and he licks me clean.

I lean back farther on my elbows, my hands no longer able to support my orgasm-muddled body, when Nick stands with his cock in hand.

He seems even larger than I remembered, and the thought of him taking me bare has me licking my lips.

He keeps his eyes between my legs as he gives himself three more hard tugs, then aims his cum right onto my oversensitive pussy. Each shot lands firmly on my clit, sending me into an unexpected secondary orgasm.

Nick’s hand covers my mouth when I started to cry out.

I didn’t even realize I had made a sound.

My body gives out, forcing me to lie on the hard desk with my arms spread out. It’s a miracle we didn’t break anything.

He bends my knees and places my feet flat on the desk. “What a pretty little mess we’ve made, Angel.” Nick’s finger slides through my cum-covered pussy, swirling it around my clit until he takes his finger lower and pumps it into my soaked opening.

My mouth drops. He just put his cum inside me.

He watches my reaction intently, then repeats the motion once more, then twice. Before long, he’s quietly filled me with his load.

When he seems satisfied, he puts away his still hard cock and zips himself up. He picks up my panties and slides them over my legs. When he’s about to cover my drenched pussy, I stop him. “Where are your manners? A tissue would be nice.” My voice sounds as if I’ve run a marathon.

He shakes his head once. “There’s nothing gentlemanly about what I want to do to you right now.

And if I didn’t care about other people hearing you scream my name as you come, I wouldn’t be dressing you right now.

” He leans over and lifts my ass with one hand while he shimmies my panties up with the other.

“But you will have to endure the same torture as me, Angel. So you will walk around with my cum dripping from your pussy, and you will think of me every time you sit at your desk.” He flattens his hand on my panties, making them stick to my body and I press into his warm touch.

“And the next time you need to get off, you will come to me. Am I clear?”

I nod mindlessly as he smiles.

“Now that’s a good wife.”