I swipe a hand out, attempting to snag her ankle, but she gets it out of my reach at the last second. "I assumed it was traffic," I grit out, my hunger escalating. Playing hard to get, is she? "Am I incorrect?"
"Yes." She twists onto her stomach, crossing her ankles in the air behind her, swaying them back and forth. "There was a reporter on the steps outside of school. He wanted to know all about my marriage to the powerful yet mysterious Ramsey Beckett."
This story she's weaving better be a joke, because I don't pay Veda's security guards six figures each to allow her to be accosted or even spoken to by people I haven't formally approved unless I'm present. But she's clearly in a playful mood, and that calls to the dark cloud inside of me, turning it ripe for storming. Those youthful sparks mean she wants to be treated like a girl today, not a woman. And my blood ripples in anticipation. "And what did you tell this tenacious reporter about your husband, angel?"
She goes up on her hands and knees in the center of the table and crawls toward me slowly, making me wish I had the benefit of both views-front and behind-although I could never decide which is most tempting. "I told her you like to give me baths," she murmurs. "That you like to pick out my panties every morning and put them on me yourself." Her voice drops to a whisper. "I also mentioned how good you are at helping with homework. How you like to reward me when I finish … "
"By finishing you with my mouth, right on top of your textbooks?" My tone is churned concrete as I reach out and twist a hand in her white blouse collar, groaning when her lips pop wide and she issues a wheezing sob. "Tell me right now if someone really had the bad judgment to come near my wife."
"No, Ramsey. It was traffic." Excitement, tempered by affection, makes the blue of her eyes vivid and hypnotic. "But if someone asked, I wouldn't hide us. I wouldn't hold back a single thing."
Love and lust collide and erupt in my middle, my obsession swelling like a tide that never ebbs. My movement is unhurried as I unwind my hand from her collar and lean back in my chair, although urgency pounds in my temples, my gut, my heart.
"You don't want to hold back a single thing?" I unzip my fly and growl as my cock is freed. "Then be a good girl and come tell daddy all about your day."