The Convenient Wife

Twisting onto my back, his arm slides down to my waist, and he’s pressing us tightly together. Resting my hands on my chest, I’m not sure how I should respond to this morning snuggle. Should I snuggle back? Does he expect me to curl up into him?

You’re thinking too much about it!

Don’t make it weird!

Just act casual, feel it out.

“I slept well. This bed is insanely comfortable.”

“Right,” he says, releasing me to stretch his arms high above his head and his legs out straight, pointing his toes. “I need one of these beds.”

The blanket slips across his body, exposing his firm chest and chiseled abs. Moving my eyes down his bare skin, I’m tempted to trace the thick black lines of a tattoo on his ribs with my finger.

It’s a gorgeous piece of work, with long sweeping ink that wraps his ribs and follows the contours of his muscles. Pops of color are intertwined, making up the scales of a dragon. Sharp edges appear to cage the beast inside, seeming to keep him from exploding out of his torso.

“What’s this mean?” I ask, softly following one of the lines. His skin is warm and smooth. My thighs clench as the heat off his body glides through me like liquid fire, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Bolt tenses as I touch him, causing his abs to ripple like an iron chest plate. Looking down at his side, he smiles. “That tickled a little.” Rubbing his ribs, he shifts. “It’s a symbol of power. I want to always be reminded of what I’m capable of, of where I’ve been, and how far I’ve come.”

“What you’re capable of, where you’ve been. What does that mean?” Nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck, I lay my hand on his chest and play with a small patch of hair. “I can’t imagine you’ve ever had trouble getting what you want.”

“Oh, I always get what I want.” His finger and thumb grip my chin, tipping my head up so he can look into my eyes. “You’re going to learn that. But, I’ve worked hard to make my name in the family business. I’ve made mistakes, and I’ve also made big strides. I never want to forget either.” Kissing my forehead, he places another kiss on the tip of my nose. “You know what I want right now?” he asks, running a single finger across the curve of my jaw.

“What?” I ask, feeling my heart kick as his hand slips into my hair, coiling in deep.

“I want a taste.” Bolt licks his lips as he presses me onto my back. His mouth twists up into a naughty grin, sending chills down my spine. “I’m hungry for pussy.”

Climbing between my legs, he starts to crawl down, setting his palms on my knees to spread my thighs wider. His eyes are locked on my pussy as he pulls my panties to the side and blows cool air across my lips.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” he says, biting his bottom lip. The tip of his thumb slips up my slit, causing my inner thighs to shake. “Nervous?” Bolt snaps his eyes up, and I watch as the bright green deepens like a shadow spreading over a pond. “Don’t be, you’re going to love my tongue on you.”

“Is that right?”

Nodding, he digs his fingers into my panties and tugs them down my hips. Lifting my ass, I help wriggle myself free. I feel exposed, more exposed than I ever have before. And it isn’t that I’m laying naked in bed with my boss. It isn’t because he fucked my brains out the night before and now I can’t get enough of his cock.

It’s because I’m falling for this man and I know I shouldn’t be.

You should stop this now before you get hurt. It’s not too late to turn back.

He’s using you! None of this is real!

Ignoring the rational voice inside my head that’s screaming at me to use my fucking brain, I rake my fingers through his hair instead as his eyes dance around my pussy, telling that voice to get bent.

Bolt looks hungry, his smile crooked as he bites his bottom lip and takes a big breath. “Fuck, you smell sweet. I love it, I love your scent. It’s so fucking sexy.” Palming his dick, he rolls his hips and squeezes.

My cheeks blush, I feel the crimson as it seeps up and over my cheekbones. “Is that right?” I ask, my voice coy.

“That’s right, I don’t lie.” Blowing on my pussy again, my back arches hard and my nails drive deeper into the mattress. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says with a pleased grin on his face. Sliding his hands under my ass, he grips me firmly in his palms so I can’t move. “I need this sweet pussy right here.”