Page 95 of Married to Lies

“But what if...” I had to take a breath to continue. “What if you learn something about me that you don’t like?”

“What I don’t like is the thought of being away from you longer than I have to. Say yes.”

My heart stutter-stepped. It might have been a terrible idea. Hell, it probably was. But damn, it felt so easy to say, “Yes.”

“Yes?” he repeated, the smile clear in his voice.

“Yes.” Happy little bubbles flared in my chest, ignorant of my mind telling me this was a terrible idea. “Yes.”

“Oh, baby, I’m going to have you saying that so damn often,” he growled.

My skin grew more sensitive, and I crossed my legs under the covers. “Quentin,” I breathed. “Don’t tempt me. I’m already lonely.”

“You don’t need to be lonely now,” he said. “I’m right here with you.”

My heart quickened. “What are you doing now that you’re here?” I bit my bottom lip. It felt like the first tentative step on a frozen lake, wondering if the ice would shatter beneath my feet.

But he held firm. “I’m running my hands over your luscious hips,” he told me. “And I’m pulling you close so you can see how hard I am just thinking of you.”

I let out a gasp at the desire running through his words. It was like he was actually here, the memory of his hard length still strong in my mind. “Oh, you’re so hard,” I breathed, reaching into my nightstand for my vibrator.

“And you’re soft, just like I like.”

“Mm.” I lay back down and switched on the device, soft vibrations and my shallow breaths filling the room. “What part of me do you like to touch?”

“I’m squeezing your ass right now. Tugging you closer. I like how I can hold on to you and get that pussy at just the right angle.”

“God, Q,” I whimpered.

“Touch your nipples for me, wife,” he ordered. “Lick your fingers and get them nice and hard like I would with my tongue.”

I followed his instruction, nipples already peaked. I licked the fingertips on my free hand and ran them over the nubs, pretending it was his tongue instead. Pinched, imagining the harsh scrape of his teeth.

“Are you touching yourself?” I managed between moans. “Stroking that cock like I would?”

“Yes, I’m stroking it,” he said, “but make no mistake, there’s nothing in this world that could feel better than your wet pussy.”

His desire for me was so damn heady I was high on it, hips writhing in my sheets, sweat gathering on my skin.

“I want you inside me,” I whined.

“Are you ready to take this cock like a good wife?” he said harshly. I heard his breath coming faster, imagined him touching himself to my voice. Sensation gathered at the apex of my thighs.

“Yes!” I cried out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, husband!”

“Good wife,” he said and moaned. “God, you’re so tight around me.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as I made myself feel good to the sound of his voice. “Deeper,” I begged, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge even though my pussy was painfully empty. Nothing could fill me like he could. Nothing or no one had ever come close.

The mix of a moan and grunt that came through the phone made me clench even harder. “God, yes!” I said.

“That’s it, baby, take it. Take it.”

“I’m taking it!” I gasped. “All of it. All of you. Give me all of you.” My words were an incoherent mess, my back arching, legs thrashing in the sheets as delicious, commanding passion built up within me, a thread fraying from tension.