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She takes a deep breath. “I’m good, thanks.”
What the fuck?
“You checked and proved your point. Can I finish my shower now, please?” The crack in her voice tells me she’s not quite as confident about this as she’s pretending to be, but she might as well have knocked me on my ass for how stunned I feel.
I slide my finger out of her and put it in my mouth, holding her gaze as I suck her sweetness from the tip. Well, that was a fucking mistake. Her taste floods my senses, and all I want is to bury my face in her cunt before I fuck her. “You taste even better than you feel, Jessie.” I slap her ass and step out of the shower before my last shred of resistance snaps like a tightly wound rubber band.
She watches me dry off and goes back to soaping her sinful curves, a look of pure triumph on her face. Before I leave, I lean into the shower and cup her jaw in my hand. “Don’t be thinking you can go ahead and finish what I just started without me, sweetheart. Getting yourself off counts as breaking the rules too.”
She tilts her chin in defiance. “Fine by me.”
I grind my teeth and take one last look at her naked form, then stalk out of the room.
I left Jessie to shower and spent the next twenty minutes thinking of every mundane thing I could imagine in an attempt to ease the ache in my cock.
It didn’t work.
And now she walks—no, she sashays across the fucking room, swaying her hips and ass with every step. She’s wearing the shirt I just took off and, if I know my wife at all, fuck-all else.
She grins at me like she knows exactly what’s running through my mind right now, and she doesn’t even attempt to hide the once-over she gives me, her eyes raking over my bare torso before landing on the bulge in my sweatpants.
She runs the tip of her tongue over her lips. “Gray sweats? You bringing out the big guns, Shane?” she asks in a sultry tone.
“Just getting comfy for our movie night.”
That makes her laugh as she flops onto the couch beside me, draping her legs over mine and giving me an unrestricted view of her bare pussy. “Where are your panties, sweetheart?”
She looks at the TV, purposely avoiding my gaze when she replies. “Mikey hid them all the last time we were here, and I didn’t bring any replacements.”
That sounds exactly like the kind of thing my deviant younger brother would do. Grabbing hold of her jaw, I turn her head, forcing her to look at me. “You don’t have any panties?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Well, there must be some around here somewhere, but I don’t know where. And like I said, I didn’t bring any extra because I assumed I wouldn’t need them.”
She doesn’t need them, but having her bare pussy inches away is only adding to my self-inflicted torture. “And you couldn’t find any of your own clothes either? Is that why you’re wearing my shirt?”
She lifts the collar to her nose and inhales, a sweet smile spreading over her face. “No. I’m wearing your shirt because I love having you all over me.”
Motherfuck. “And because you know how hard it makes me when you wear my clothes?”
She flutters her eyelashes and tilts her head, doing her best to look innocent when she’s a horny she-devil. “Maybe.”
I draw a deep breath through my nose. This is going to be the longest movie ever. Jessie goes on staring at me, shifting into a more comfortable position until her ass is almost on my lap and I can wrap my arm around her shoulder. The skin on her neck is flushed pink, and I can smell her wet pussy. I know how good she’d feel if I were to pin her down and fuck her right now. She’s ready for me, always ready, and I’m acutely aware of how easily I’d slide inside her hot cunt, how she would squeeze me like she’d never let me go.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and screw my eyes closed, trying to eject the images of her incredible body pinned beneath mine from my mind. “Shall we watch this movie then?”
She giggles. “Sure. I can’t wait.”
I start the movie and rest my hand on her thigh, and of course my deviant wife parts her legs just enough that my hand slides between them. But I keep my eyes on the screen and work to ignore the throbbing ache in my cock.
This is fucking hell. I have my sexy-as-fuck wife all to myself, practically sitting on my lap wearing nothing but my shirt, and I’m watching a goddamn movie. I steal glances at her, but she seems engrossed in the action on the screen instead of any action she could be giving me right now. She curls her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, and I drum my fingers against her thigh. A smirk plays on her lips, but she remains focused on the TV, at least her eyes do. But her skin is flushed, and her breathing grows shallower and heavier. I can’t stand this for much longer. Not touching her is driving me fucking crazy. Not kissing her, not feeling her skin on mine has me on the brink of insanity.
“Jessie.”
She turns to me, devious intent in her eyes. “Yeah?”
“I think maybe we were a little hasty in not establishing more parameters for our little bet earlier.”
Arching one dark eyebrow, she turns her body and gives me her full attention. “Oh? What kind of parameters?”
