Page 86 of The Contract Marriage

“The only screwing around I do is with you,” I say, looking at her plump lips.

“Ha!” She undoes the knot and rips the tie off me. “I don’t like other women’s things on my man.”

My man. My heart pounds. She sees me as hers. Someone worth getting angry over, fighting over.

I matter to her.

I grin. “I’d wear those sunflowers if it wouldn’t look idiotic.”

“You can wear me.” She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and kisses me hard.

My nerve endings prickle. I kiss her back, thrusting my tongue into her. She nips me, and a coppery tang fills my mouth. God, she is glorious in her rage. Her nails dig deeply into my neck, and even the sting feels like a reward—because she wants me. This isn’t one of her typical kisses. It’s full of raw power and aggression, more teeth than tongue or lips.

I tug at her skirt, pulling it up. She wraps a leg around my hip.

I grind my dick against her. “Feel that? This is what you do to me. I just think about you and this is what happens.”

“I don’t believe you,” she says between pants. Her eyes narrow to glittering slits. “You were awfully cozy with your Emmie.”

Her jealousy strokes me. Need rushes through my veins. “Olivia, you know you’re the only one for me. Let me show you.”

I unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy demi-bra. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s stunning, my beautiful wife.

She glares at me. “Bastard. Is this all you ever think about?”

“One of many things I think about. But they all involve you.”

I pull down a cup. The second her nipple pops out, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She groans softly, her head falling back. Her hand travels up my neck, and her fingers clench my hair, holding me tight.

Yes, love, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel amazing.

I tug down the other cup and rub my thumb over the nipple. She arches her back, biting her lip to muffle the moan vibrating in her chest. I let go of the nipple in my mouth and take the other one in, lavishing it with erotic attention. Her leg moves restlessly against my hip. Even through the layers of clothes, I can feel the heat radiating from her.

Elation throbs in my head. Every sign of her need reassures me I deserve to be part of her life.

While my tongue toys with her nipple, I push her skirt up and reach down to get rid of her underwear—except there isn’t anything underneath.

“Where’s your underwear?” I demand, my hot breaths fanning against her delicate breast.

“Not wearing any. The skirt is too thin.”

I jerk my head and glare at her. “So you were going commando around Simon?”

She scowls back. “Why are you talking about him?”

Possessiveness hits me like a lightning bolt. I know the bastard can’t see what’s underneath her skirt, but it’s the principle of the thing. My wife should never be this exposed around other men.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I grind out.

She arches an arrogant eyebrow. “Have I? I’m not the one who let my assistant knot a tie around my neck.”

I nip her lip, hard enough to sting without drawing blood. “You don’t wear a tie. And I always wear my underwear around my assistant.”

“Simon has no idea what I have or don’t have under my clothes. Unlike you.”

That lessens my fury, but only a little. I still want to make a point. I prop her against the edge of my desk, then drop to my knees in front of her. Before she can say anything, I swipe my tongue from the opening of her pussy all the way to her clit. The knot of nerves pulses against my tongue. She reaches down and grips my head.

“Liam, we’re in your office,” she hisses, but doesn’t push me back.