He accepts my challenge and pummels into me. “Yes. Yes,” I groan over and over.
Robert’s moans fill the room. He’s restrained, though, holding back. I know him well enough to know that.
I run my hands up his chest and loop them around his neck, forcing his gaze to mine. “What is it? You’re thinking too much. It’s just us, you and me.”
He groans as he takes long strokes inside me. “I’m not going to last. Fuck, I’m about to come and?—”
I clench on to him. “Come. Don’t hold back. I need all of you, Bobby.”
He leans down and kisses me. The meeting of our mouths makes it even more intense. “Come,” I tell him, and even though he’s never one to listen to demands, he does this one.
His orgasm seems to take over his whole body, and then he’s pummeling into me. He’s hitting me just right, strumming against my already sensitive clit, and soon, we’re both riding the wave… and I don’t want it to end.
CHAPTER 6
ROBERT
I’m trying to catch my breath and not flatten my wife at the same time. I pull out and lie down next to her. I’m not ready for this to be over. I haven’t been able to hold her in months, and I don’t want to let her go now.
I gather her in my arms and draw her to me, wrapping my arms and legs around her.
I let out a contented sigh as I nuzzle my nose against her neck.
We’re both quiet, and that’s when I notice that Eleanor is a little too quiet. I lift my head and search her eyes. “You okay?”
She assures me, “Yeah, I’m good. I’m better than I have been in a long time.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God.
I clench my eyes shut and then open them. “You know we need to talk about today and what happened with Victor Sterling.”
She tries to pull away from me. “I didn’t go there on purpose?—”
I stop her. “I know you didn’t. I’m saying we need to talk about it. It’s my fault. Obviously he feels like he has the right to talk to you when he doesn’t, and I’m going to take care of it.”
She opens her mouth but closes it quickly.
I stroke my hand across her cheek. “I can’t let him get away with what he did today.”
She blinks. “I know.”
I go up on my elbow and look down at her. “You need to tell me, baby. Did he touch you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I would tell you if he did. He didn’t.”
Relieved, I nod. “I’m buying the Italiano.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I nod without hesitation. “Yeah, I’m buying it. If you want Italiano, you get it.”
She rolls her eyes and pats me on the chest. “I don’t need it that much. That’s crazy, Robert.”
“Nope,” I tell her. “It’s Bobby to you.”
She smiles at that. “Fine. That’s crazy, Bobby. You can’t buy the Italiano.”
“I can buy anything I want,” I mutter.
