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Circling her neck, I keep rutting into her wildly and yank her lips to mine so I can fuck them with my tongue. Her hips lift, meeting each thrust with a thrust while our tongues duel in a sloppy, wet kiss. My cock swells even more when she rips off the top button of my shirt and I hiss when she scratches her nails on my skin.
“Yes. Mark me, kitten.” I huskily groan. “I’m just as yours as you’re mine.”
Nothing is hotter than her need to paint me as hers. My balls pull taut when the little vixen bends and bites my shoulders. The second she sucks and licks the same spot, I’m a fucking goner. With one vicious and deep thrust, I spill inside her wet heat.
“Milk my cock, wife.” I grunt as I jerk off inside her. “Let me fill that hungry pussy.”
Lewd moans fall off her pretty lips as she whispers, “Yours.”
Chapter Fifty-six
DASH
Bianca is rearranging my desk when I return from the adjoined bathroom after changing into a new shirt, courtesy of my wife for wrinkling and ruining the previous one. I shake my head with a smile, finding it both hot and cute that I make her go wild with maddening lust.
“You don’t have to do that, kitten,” I say, startling her. “Lara would’ve done it.”
She whirls around and cocks her hip. “And let her know we fucked on your desk?”
“Your sweet cries have already made certain of that.”
“I’m never returning here again,” she says dramatically.
“Didn’t take you for a quitter.”
She sticks her tongue out and goes back to arranging my desk. I’m searching for my phone when I notice her gaze lock on a file that is now splayed wide open. My heart drops when I realize the exact document she saw and watch her curiously pick it up to read. I steel my expression when she softly asks, still reading through it.
“You run a charity for a hospital?”
“Yes,” I gruffly answer.
Her eyes connect with mine, bright with intrigue and amazement. Still holding the folder, she questions, “What is it for?”
“It is for the ER departments in all of the hospitals in the city, to serve the poor families who can’t afford the bills, and those who don’t have insurance. The money raised is used as funding for any shortage they may face.”
“Wow, Dash. That’s really amazing,” she says proudly. “You must have saved so many lives with this initiative.”
“I have money. They need it,” I reply simply. She stares at me as though I’m a hero when I’m anything but. A hint of sadness pinches her features but she quickly masks it. They soften like she sees good in my soul that is obviously lost to me.
She doesn’t realize I’m only good to her and no one else.
Her voice is gentle yet firm, leaving no room for argument. “A lot of people have money, Dash, but not everyone has the heart to help others like you are. So don’t downplay the difference you’re making in those families’ lives.”
A pang like no other hits my chest out of nowhere.
Guilt.
It’s the single feeling coursing and burning in my veins. I’m still lying to her and every second that passes is a little too late. Like I’m putting nails in my own coffin. In us.
Fuck. I should just tell her but as I gaze at her ruby-colored cheeks and pouty lips from my rough kisses and her collarbone imprinted with my teeth, the words form but don’t come out. The fear of losing her again glues me in place. I’m still stuck in a war between my heart and mind when she flips to the next page and stills.
“This says you’re hosting a gala next week.”
With measured steps, I cross the distance until she peers at me. “It’s a boring annual gala. Few hours of schmoozing the guests. It’s the only part I hate.”
“So how long will you be gone?”
I read the unspoken question burning in her pupils. That little hope sparkling as she waits for me to ask her to come with me. However, it douses into ashes when I take the folder from her hands and drop it on the desk. I hated myself a little more just then.
