Walk Of Shame(152)

I can tell by her loud breathing that she’s completely sexually frustrated right now and fighting with everything in her not to explode. I love it. Makes my long work day more worthwhile when I get to come home to her. “Slade . . . leave that office and get your ass home. Now.”

Smiling in victory, I run my tongue over my lips, wetting them. “Why?” I push.

She growls into the phone, not wanting to give in. She never wants to, but I’m working on that. “Slade . . .”

“Tell me,” I demand.

“So you can fuck me. Dammit, you play dirty. This doesn’t count. You know my weakness.”

Standing up, I zip up my fly and start gathering up my all my shit. I swear I can’t get out of this stuffy office soon enough. “It definitely counts. I’ll be there in ten. Be ready.”

Before Aspen can respond, I hit end on the phone call and rush out the door, locking it on the way out.

I don’t even bother looking anywhere but straight ahead of me as I make my way through the building and outside to the parking lot. The last thing I need right now is someone thinking that I want to stop and chat. Not when my woman has finally broken down first. She’s getting it. Fucking hard and dirty.

Just as I said, I pull up in the driveway of our new house, ten minutes later. I might have even ran a couple stop signs.

Not even bothering to grab my crap, I step out of my car, undoing my tie completely on the way to the front door.

I can barely even contain myself when I push the door open to see Aspen leaning over the kitchen island, wearing nothing but a thong and a very tight tank top. I can tell by the way that she doesn’t even bother to look at me that she’s reading one of Sage’s books. Well that book is about to be put on hold until further fucking notice.

“Fuck me . . .” I step up behind her and run my hands along the curve of her ass, causing her to close her book and lean her head back to lay on my shoulder. “Everything in this house is brand new, yet you’re the only thing I want to play with.”

Gripping the counter, she perks her ass up, rubbing it against my cock. “Is that so?” she questions with a sexy growl. She rubs her ass in a circle, before turning to face me and gripping ahold of my shirt, tugging me closer to her. She knows that I’m on the verge of exploding and is taking this opportunity to torture me, but I guarantee that she will still be caving first.

She undoes the top two buttons on my black dress shirt, before biting her lip and walking over to pull out one of our new kitchen chairs. Her heated eyes stay on me the whole time. “There’s a little something that I’ve been missing from you, Slade.” Taking a seat in the chair, she spreads her legs and grips the seat between her thighs, looking sexy as sin. “Strip,” she demands. “Nice and slow.”

I feel my cock twitch from her demand. I love the playful Aspen and it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to strip for her. This is bound to do the trick. She may not admit it, but this is how I got her in the first place.

Steeling my jaw, I yank her chair so that she’s sitting right in front of me. It’s time to get serious now. You ask Slade Merrick to strip . . . and you’ll get a damn good show. “You asked for it.”

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scroll through to the music and hit play on the first slow song that I come across. To me it’s not about the music; it’s about how you move to it and I’m about to give her a glimpse into the Slade that she fell in love with.

After I set my phone down, I look her directly in the eye, making her squirm in her seat, as I empty my keys and everything else out of my pants. I don’t want anything poking her except for my cock.

Biting my bottom lip, I step in between Aspen’s legs and grip the top of her chair, grinding my hips as I work on undoing the rest of my shirt buttons.

Once I get to the last button, I yank my shirt off and toss it aside, before gabbing her hands and running them along my chiseled chest.

Moving in closer, I take a seat on her lap, grinding my hips to the slow rhythm. I can already see her starting to crumble and come undone beneath me. She wants this just as badly as I do.

“Slade . . .” she says in a shaky voice.

“Yes,” I push. “What?” I move her hands lower, until she’s stroking the length of my hardness through my dress pants.

She swallows hard and looks up to meet my gaze. “This is too damn hot and you know it . . .” she pauses as I stand up and start to undo my belt.

“You want me to keep going, baby?” After undoing my pants, I slide my hand down the front of my pants and stroke my cock with a moan. “I can keep going . . . or I can fuck you. What do you want?”