Page 44 of Thorns of Deceit

“Open your legs.”

I spread my legs wide open, a faint trickle of arousal making its way down my inner thighs as I leaned against the mountains of pillows.

“Now what?” I drawled lazily, my voice huskier than I’d ever heard it. “Are you sure your geriatric heart can handle another round?”

Aiden’s lips tugged in amusement, then he lifted a knee and crawled to me.

“Let’s see how muchyoucan handle,” he purred, the lust in his dark eyes blazing before he buried his face in my pussy.

He ate me like a starved man who knew this was his last meal. Again. He reached up and pinched my nipple, and a shudder rolled through me.

This man was a god, his mouth and hands a miracle.

Wetness slicked my thighs, and every touch of his tongue on my oversensitive clit triggered another needy shiver. My core clenched and I panted, needing more than his mouth on my pussy.

He thrust two fingers inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until my orgasm was impending. It gathered at the base of my spine before it exploded.

And just like that, I was utterly and completely smitten with my mobster husband.

FIFTEEN

AIDEN

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t smug watching my wife come back to herself, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving.

And when she murmured, “Your mouth was heaven,” I was a complete goner. It was refreshing seeing such a sincere reaction. I’d had lots of women during my lifetime, but I always felt like they had an alternate agenda. Like they knew what I could offer, based on my family name.

But with Raven, it was completely different. Either that, or my wife had bewitched me.

“Can I… reciprocate?” Raven’s breathy words combined with the way her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks had me almost spilling in my pants.

Jesus Christ, were virgins typically so bold?

“Aiden, are you… blushing?”

I pushed my hand through my hair. I was sure I hadn’t blushed in thirty-one years. Until this woman with her talk of porn and reciprocity inserted herself into my life. God, or devil, help me.

“And what exactly are you offering?” I asked, propping myself up against the pillows. I watched as she stared at the ceiling, considering her response.

“So I could suck your dick, obviously, or maybe we could try the sixty-nine position?” Jesus H. Christ. I would die from a heart attack before I lived to be thirty-five. “Or you could dry hump me,” she continued in a serious tone. “Although, full disclosure, I’d prefer to suck your cock since I’ve never done that. Dry humping is overrated and I’m so over it.”

I let out a sardonic breath. Fuck, I was too old for this shit. “Raven, let’s set some rules.”

She turned on her side and rested her cheek in the crook of her elbow. “Sure, as long as you don’t forbid me from giving you a blowjob.”

“Oh, a blowjob is definitely in your future.” I smirked, seeing her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. “However, if you bring up another man’s name?—”

“Boys,” she cut in. “I’ve only fooled around with boys.”

I sighed. “Fine, if you bring up another boy’s name, I won’t have a choice but to hunt him down and kill him.”

“Seems like wasted effort, considering none of them left an impression.” She shrugged, oblivious to the effect her words were having on my blood pressure. “Okay, does that mean I can…” She cleared her throat, lowering her eyes to my visibly hard length. “We can move on to blowjobs?”

I must have lost my fucking mind because I heard myself say, “Yes.”

She smiled.

“Can you give me instructions?” I must have died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for this. “At least until I learn how to do it the way you like it,” she added shyly.