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“I don’t know about biting, but there may be something going on with your booty.” A wink and an air kiss in my direction before Mal grabbed the box and headed upstairs.
I got back from dropping Shawn off with my parents to find my husband sitting on the couch already dressed for our night out and playing with his phone. He darkened the screen when he saw me and stood to kiss my cheek. My stomach did a flip. Some days I needed to pinch myself to be reminded this wasn’t a dream.
Today was one of those days.
He was a man who looked good without even trying, but when he did try, he was fucking lethal. I was helpless to do anything but stare at him. The lavender button-down shirt, open at the neck, and paired with a black sport coat that had a lighter inl
ay design throughout the fabric was just the beginning. He wore a pair of slim fit dress pants that tapered at the leg, set off by a pair of intricate designed socks and high-end loafers. His dreads hung free, cascading down around his broad shoulders.
I was married to this.
My heart rate increased, and a rush of desire surged through me, settling between my legs. “Maybe we can skip dinner and you can have your way with me on every surface in the house.”
He stepped closer and placed his hands on my hips and pulled me against his body. The scent of him was gasoline to the fire. How I managed to not lick his exposed skin, I’ll never know, because the little divot at the base of his throat was screaming my name. His tongue took a slow journey across his bottom lip.
“Tempting. But we have reservations. And you have a surprise waiting upstairs.”
Mal placed a kiss below my ear—one of my favorite places for him to kiss me—then let me go. Somehow I forced my legs to work and walked away from the sex on a stick I was married to. When I entered our room, an outfit was laid out on the bed with a light blue rectangular box beside it. He’d never picked out my clothes before, but my heart skipped a beat at the sight.
A simple black wrap dress, though upon closer inspection I noticed a soft shimmer to the fabric. Atop it set a sexy, red lace bra. The red stilettos I’d worn for his dance were placed on the floor. I lifted the dress before glancing around the room. No panties. My gaze went to the door and I shook my head.
I sat and picked up the box, my breath hitching when I opened the lid. My fingers ran across the infinity symbol connected by the thin platinum chain hanging from my neck. Like my wedding rings, it was one piece of jewelry I never took off. This wasn’t a special occasion. Nothing about tonight warranted a gift like this, yet here it sat in my hands. A teardrop ruby necklace and matching earrings. The vibrant red a perfect match to the bra and shoes.
Love, admiration, gratitude, and unrelenting happiness cycled through me and battled for the dominate emotion. Dinner and a fun night of playful sex was all I expected. But in true Malcolm fashion, he took my expectations and blew them out of the water. He’d find a way to make going through a drive-thru burger joint romantic. With a wistful smile tugging at my lips, I closed the lid and held the box to my chest before putting it back down.
After a quick shower, I wrapped the towel around myself as I reentered the master bedroom. The missing panties—a matching red lace thong—were laid out next to a small blue velvet pouch. My husband sat next to the items and took a leisurely glance down my body. His mouth quirked, and his eyes shined bright.
Maybe we’d stay in after all.
With that thought in mind, I unwrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor. He gave a low chuckle and a subtle shake of his head. In damn near slow motion, Malcolm pushed himself off the bed and took painstakingly slow steps in my direction.
Goosebumps peppered my flesh and my nipples puckered. When he was within reach, he placed his hands ever so lightly on my hips and gave a tiny squeeze. An urgent longing to please him—to give him everything his heart desired—surged through me.
“You wouldn’t be attempting to seduce me, would you?”
My gaze fluttered up to him and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “Never crossed my mind. I have to get dressed, that requires I get naked first.”
A nod and low laugh. “Very true.”
He let his fingers trail up my sides and down again. A soft, barely there touch, but one that left a trail of heat in its wake. The bobble of his Adam’s apple let me know he wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he wanted to pretend.
Taking me by the hand, he led me closer to the bed. “I should help you along.”
“What’s in the pouch?” I asked, jutting my chin in its direction.
He picked up my lotion from the nightstand before casting a glance in the same direction. “An accessory for the night.”
A few pumps of the moisturizer into his hand, then Malcolm lowered himself to his knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. With eyes on me, he rubbed his hands together before tearing away his gaze and placing them near my ankle. Slow, circular motions as he inched his way up my leg, working the silky cosmetic into my heated skin.
When he got to my inner thigh, I widened my legs and placed my hands on his broad shoulders for support. I swallowed back a whimper when he let his thumb graze against my freshly waxed sex—a treat that had extended past his birthday. His warm breath hit my aching center, and I desperately longed for his skillful mouth, but his teasing was over before it really got started as he pumped more lotion into his hand and repeated his actions on the other leg.
After a kiss to my navel and a squeeze to my ass, I expected him to stand but he didn’t. Instead, my playful husband let his fingers trail my inner thigh as he played a devious game of “close but not too close.” He looked up at me with lust-laden eyes as his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. He took a deep inhale. Pulsating need throbbed in time with my racing heart. Much more of his attention and the results would be running down my leg.
“I love this scent.”
Holy fuck! The words were dirty and delicious all wrapped up into one. Each letter dripping with the desire that sizzled between us. I couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through me. My nails dug into his shoulder when he made a V with his fingers to part me and began slow strokes on my clit. Expert, languid movements as he strummed my body with grace.
Malcolm planted kisses on the inside of my thigh. The soft scrape of his beard was a most delicious feeling that added yet another layer to his seduction. His fingers tickled my flesh as the pads skated across. I wouldn’t last much longer. When he lifted my leg and put it over his shoulder, I did a mental fist pump and let out a small whimper in expectation of his mouth.
