Page 122 of High Water

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I answer, another murmured curse falling from my lips as I circle my clit tighter with the next pass.

“Stop,” he demands, and I still.

I bite my lower lip to keep the complaint a silent one. He only takes control as long as I’m agreeable to it. That’s the bargain we have. He crosses the room to inspect the mess he’s already made of me in anticipation. “Fuck. Look how wet you are already. That sweet little cunt of mine is desperate to be fucked, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” My fingers fist in the sheets as I resist the urge to touch myself again.

“You like it like this, don’t you? When you’ve got yourself all ready for me and then I sneak in and take what’s mine.” He pulls his cowboy hat off and tosses it onto the desk, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free with one quick snap of his wrist before it lands with a thud next to his hat.

“I love it.”

He kicks his boots off as he works the button and zipper on his jeans, stripping out of them and then his shirt one-handed.

I’m married to the sexiest man on earth. I’m quite literally the luckiest woman alive, and I could honestly scream right now with how happy it makes me. But the stormy look on his face distracts me as he closes the distance between us.

“If anything he said tonight upset you—” I start.

“What would upset me?”

“All that talk about the past,” I tentatively say, hoping I’m not ruining the mood by bringing it up but wanting him to know how little any of it matters to me now. “About Italy and all of that. If you got the key during dinner, then…”

He smirks.

“It didn’t upset me. It just reminded me, is all.”

“Of what?”

“He could fly you all over the world. Take you to all those high-class, luxury destinations using all the money in that fancy fucking bank account, but there are some places only I can take you. Places only the two of us have ever been.” He reaches back to grab the remote off the desk, flicking the vibration up another half a notch. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I agree easily. This man owns me—body and soul—in a way no one else ever has.

“Fuck, do I love the way you say yes when you’re like this. So eager to please me so I’ll give you what you want.” He palms himself through the fabric before he pulls his cock free and strokes. “Come take a taste.”

I move to stand, but he stops me in my tracks.

“On your hands and knees on the bed. Crawl to me,” he demands, and I follow the order until my fingers curl around the edge of the mattress. “Eyes on me.” I lift my lashes, and when our gazes meet, he grins. “Like this right here. You’d never do this for him in a million years, would you?”

“No.”

“No,” he echoes. “You wouldn’t. I’m the only one you’ve ever trusted enough to give you all the things you want. So no, honey, I’m not upset. I’m proud as hell. Of you. Of me. Of the two of us.”

My heart flutters in my chest, hitting a new cadence, one full of the same anticipation and desire but overwrought with the love I feel for him.

“Come get your taste,” he beckons.

He presses his cock to my lips, and I open for him, letting him slide across my tongue. His fingers slip through my hair, cupping the crown of my head as he rocks his hips forward, fucking my mouth to a steady rhythm we set together.

The feel of him has my clit pulsing with desperation, and I suck on him to try to slake some measure of the need.

“Oh fuck. You’re gonna be like that tonight then? You want me filling every little bit of you?”

I moan over his dick in response, and the sensation has his grip on my hair tightening. He curses and pulls his cock free, the wet sound it makes echoing in the room.

“I need you,” I plead, and his eyes soften with the request.

“All right, honey.” He caves easily. “It’s your birthday. So you get what you want when you want it.”