Page 111 of Unruly

She nodded a little.

He kissed her once more.

“Never, Catherine.”

“Ever,” she promised.

“Smile for me, babe,” he ordered.

Catherine did as he wanted, but it didn’t reach her eyes like it usually did. Cross couldn’t have that. They had enough going on without the stress getting his wife to a point where she wouldn’t get out of bed, or worse.

She needed to be happy.

He wanted to keep her that way.

Cross grabbed Catherine around her waist, and picked her up like she weighed nothing at all. He didn’t give her any warning that he was going to do it, and before she had the chance to respond he already had her ass on the edge of the desk.

His mouth met hers, and she parted her lips to let him in. He deepened the kiss while his hands skimmed under her dress, fisted her panties, and edged them down her legs. She wouldn’t open her legs enough to get the panties down to her knees, or to let him in between her thighs.

“Open up,” he demanded against her mouth.

Catherine laughed.

“I have been on a plane all day,” she told him. “Can’t you even let me relax a bit, shower maybe?”

“We’ll do all that after.”

“Cross—”

Her panties hit the floor.

His fingers found slick, hot flesh between her legs.

“Are you going to pretend like your cunt isn’t soaked already, babe? You’re like a fucking lake down here.”

His fingers stroked up and down the seam of her sex. He let the tips of two fingers tease her wet entrance, but nothing more.

Catherine rocked into his hand.

Cross pulled back.

“Is that what you’re going to do, then? Pretend?”

“No,” she whispered with a smile. “God, you’re awful.”

“You keep saying that. I don’t think it means what you think it means, Catty.” Cross kissed a path over his wife’s jaw, then down her neck. Catherine tipped her head back to give him more skin to kiss. “Besides, you’re here with me—safe. Give me a few minutes to remind myself of that little fact.”

“Oh, that’s what this is?”

Her sarcasm echoed.

Cross leaned back and shrugged. “I mean, are you sure details matter right now?”

Catherine widened her legs a little more, pressed his hand firmer against her wet center, and grabbed his belt. “No, not really.”

“Good.”

Catherine helped to get his belt and pants undone while he went back to feasting on the sweet skin of her throat and neck. Her palm slipped around his semi-hard shaft and began to stroke him awake as he made his way back up to her mouth once more.