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"Oh?" His lips twist and my pussy spasms. He thrusts his face into mine, holds my gaze as he raises his hand and pushes away a lock of hair that has fallen over my eyebrow. I shudder and his mouth curves. The tenderness in his touch is so at odds with how intense his gaze is that moisture laces my panties. His nostrils flare, and I swear, the man knows exactly how turned on I am. He drags his finger down the side of my throat and I shiver. He reaches my breast, circles one taut nipple. The hair on my forearms rises. He continues the journey until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. A moan bleeds from me. He slides his hand between my legs and cups my pussy. "If I cram my fingers inside your pussy, will I find you wet and needy and aching for my cock, Beauty?"
Yes.
Yes.
"No," I shake my head.
He laughs. "Liar."
He stays there, holding my gaze, the heat from his large palm sinking through the crotch of my jeans, through my panties. My belly clenches and the flesh between my thighs throbs, yearns…for more, so much more. I jerk my pelvis forward, wanting to feel him squeeze my throbbing core, and his smile becomes a full-blown grin.
"I rest my case." He raises his hand as he pushes his face into mine, his mouth positioned just over mine, his eyelashes entangled with mine, and I pant.Please, please, please.I close my eyelids. The next moment, the heat of his body moves away, and the elevator jerks as it starts its journey upward. I snap my eyes open to find him leaning against the opposite wall.
"Asshole," I say in a low voice.
"That’s alphahole to you, darling wife." He smirks, and goddam him, why does he have to look so goddam hot when he’s being all antagonistic to me? I open my mouth to tell him off, and that’s when the elevator dings. The door opens and he beckons me to exit first.
Jerk.
I exit the elevator and he follows me to my room. I open the door, and with a loud meow, Andy immediately brushes past me.
"Hey, cat!"
I sense him bend down to pick up Andy. By the time I drop my keys on the table and turn, he has Andy nestled against his chest. The cat purrs and snuggles in. Lucky cat. I frown as he pets the animal, then carries him inside the suite. He glances around the large space, then walks over to Andy’s basket. He places the cat down and Andy settles in. Michael straightens, then stretches. The jacket pulls across his shoulders as he raises his arms above his head. His T-shirt lifts and I catch a glimpse of that flat stomach. It would be rock hard, if I touched his belly. I wouldn’t be able to make out an ounce of fat. And if I touched the space between his legs, that part would be even harder. And long and thick and fat and—
"Beauty?"
"Eh?" I glance up in time to see him smirk. "What?" I scowl, "What is it?"
"Can I use your bath? I’d like a shower."
"A shower?" I ask with suspicion, "You want to take a shower?"
"I’ve been on the road for more than half a day; I just wanted to freshen up."
"Hmph," I purse my lips and he holds up his hand.
"Just a shower; that’s all."
"No hanky-panky from you, okay?"
"Hanky-panky?" He chuckles, "You’re adorable, you know that?"
"Whatever," I huff, "go take your shower, but be quick about it."
"Will you come in and check in on me if I am gone too long?"
"Of course, not." I scowl, "See? This is what I mean. No innuendos, no sexy smirking, no—"
"You think my smirk is sexy?" He smirks at me again and my stomach flip-flops. My pussy flutters.
Argh! What’s wrong with me? So, he’s my husband and I know exactly how his muscles feel under my fingers, and yeah, he’s the hottest man I’ve ever met… But he also kidnapped me, married me against my will, tagged me, then pretended to have his dick sucked off by someone else… All so he could try to protect me… Or so he says. And he did cross countries to see you; now, you don’t have to be lonely on Christmas.I jerk my chin toward the door of the bathroom, "Ten minutes."
15
Michael
Ten minutes, and five seconds later, I walk out with a towel around my waist. If she thinks she can order me around, she has another think coming. I walk over to where I’d dumped my duffel on a chair and pull out a pair of sweatpants.
