Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

I was going to toss it on the floor but Leah grabbed it. “Don’t just throw that around. It was expensive.”

That amused me, since I was the one who had paid for it, but I let her take it and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed. I undid the first button on her soft shirt, and then the second. The edge of her bra appeared and I ran my finger across the seam, and the swell of her breast. I couldn’t get enough of her body. Leah sighed and pushed her hair back off of her shoulders.

“Take your jacket off,” she said. “It’s my turn to undo some buttons.”

I was wearing a sport jacket with matching pants and a white shirt without a tie. “Be my guest.” I shrugged out of my jacket and tossed it on top of hers. I turned back and raised my hands. “I won’t stop you.”

Lea gave me a smirk. “You don’t exactly seem like a submissive guy.”

“Not even fucking close. I’m choosing to give you what you want.”

She undid the top bottom. “That’s my boss man. Totally in charge.” She flicked open another button.

I pulled the shirt out of my pants and then re

ached out to undo another of her buttons. Our speed increased but my fingers fumbled with the small delicate ivory buttons. “I’m tempted to just rip this shirt off of you.”

“Don’t you dare. This shirt is too beautiful to destroy.”

“I like it better when you’re in a sweatshirt and leggings. You don’t object to my roughness.”

“Shh, don’t be a brat.” She had my shirt undone fully and pulled it apart, slipping her hands inside and running them over my chest.

“A brat, huh?” I took her hands and pulled them down. “My turn.”

Her breath caught and she bit her bottom lip in a way that had my cock hardening instantly. And she knew it would.

I finished undoing the final button and slipped her shirt off. She had on an ivory lace bra that showed off her tits to total perfection. Cupping them both, I teased my thumbs over her nipple. I loved that sound she made—a hitching of her breath whenever I made initial contact with her body. She was comfortable in her skin and her confidence was such a huge turn-on.

I studied the smoothness of her flesh, rising above the lace, as I worked the taut buds. In the lamplight her skin glowed, and I found a birthmark I’d never noticed before where her shoulder rounded to the graceful length of her neck. It was a little mocha-colored patch and I flicked my tongue over it, wanting to know every inch of her. Taste everything. Her fingers were looped into my belt, and tightened as I kissed up over her clavicle bone and into the hollow of her neck. I could feel the pulsing of her vein, and hear the shallowness of her breathing close to my ear.

Everything had changed.

Everything.

My life, my future. My understanding of who I was and what I wanted.

The intimacy of being with her was foreign, but it took my breath away. I brushed her hair back off her shoulder, sweeping from her temple down to the ends. Her dark eyes were wide, open, caring. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but the words caught in my throat, choking me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment in any way and those were words I hadn’t spoken to a single living soul in a decade.

I didn’t want them to ring hollow or scare her.

“I want you,” I murmured, my voice rough.

“I want you too,” she whispered and I knew she meant more than sex, just like I did.

How had a pair of brown eyes and a poodle skirt torn down the façade of my life and exposed me to everything I had been missing?

I didn’t know and truthfully didn’t care. I eased her bra straps down off of her shoulders and followed the path with my lips, undoing the clasp on her back at the same time. Her bra slipped down between us, caught by my belt buckle, exposing her breasts to me. Leah was all natural. I took my time tasting her, teasing her, enjoying every little hitch of breath and sigh of pleasure she gave.

When I undid her pants, she shifted her hips back to let the bra fall to the floor. She let go of my belt loops and ran her hands over my chest. I didn’t even consider speaking. There was nothing to say that would be right or enough or important without shattering the deep growing bond between us. I used my lips to brush along her jaw, the corners of her mouth, the delicate skin at the peak between her cheek and her eye, holding her while I did, hands gliding over her abdomen, the small of her back, up to her shoulder blades.

I lost any sense of time. There was just me and Leah and a hushed room.

When I eased down her zipper, the pants gave in to gravity and dropped. She stepped out of them and I divested myself of my white shirt. Not wanting her to worry about the damn clothes, I just bent and picked up the pants. I folded them while drawing her bottom lip into my mouth. She gave a soft gasp that had me hard as steel.

I set them on the bench at the foot of the bed, then removed my own pants. I just tossed them behind me, not giving a fuck. When I turned back, she had sat down on the bench and was reaching for the waistband of my boxer briefs. For half a second I debated taking her and tossing her on the bed, not wanting to lose the upper hand on my control, but then she pulled my cock out. I decided I wanted to see her mouth wrapped around me more than I wanted to direct every move.

Leah was running her hand over the smooth flesh with one hand and shoving down my briefs with the other. She gazed up at me and it was the sexiest expression I had ever seen. She looked vulnerable and beautiful and… devoted to me.