Hoax Husband - Candice M. Wright Page 0,33

as long as I can remember, but I don't trust myself around you. I don't want to push you too far too soon—”

She turns in my lap to straddle me, cutting off my words by placing a finger over my lips.

“When I agreed to give this a go between us, I didn't know what to expect or what I would feel, but being here with you has already exceeded any expectations I had. You wanted a real marriage and the way I see it, that involves sex and feelings. If you want to give this thing a go, we have to be open to everything. It's not the kind of deal you can straddle the fence with. All in, remember?”

“And what about you?” I ask, sliding my hands over her hips. “You keep talking about what I want, but what do you want?”

She looks at me, her big blue eyes searching mine for something before she answers on a whisper. “I want the same thing I did when I spoke my vows to you a year ago. I want to love, honor, and obey you.”

My dick goes from half-mast to rock fucking solid.

“Obey? Most people change those words for something else in their marriage vows these days,” I murmur, skimming my nose up the column of her neck.

“I'm not most girls,” she admits in a low voice, tipping her head back to give me better access. “Most of the time I'll buck any rules that I feel will constrict who I am but...” Her words trail off as she gasps when I place a kiss at the hollow of her throat.

“But?” I prompt as she lifts her head to stare at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes warm with arousal.

She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls herself closer, grinding down on my hard cock. “But in the bedroom, I have no problem following orders,” she assures me, her gaze dipping to my lips as she swivels her hips.

That’s all it takes for all rational thought to go out the window. My lips are on hers before I can stop myself, plundering, devouring, and dominating her just the way she wants me to. Her taste is exquisite—like honey and sex, utterly addictive—and I know I'll never be able to give this up.

I stand with her in my arms and lean forward, bracing her weight on my left forearm while using my right to swipe all the contents from my desk. The coffee cup smashes into the wall with a thunk, making her jump as it shatters, but when I lay her back over the hard wooden desktop, everything else is forgotten.

“Tell me what you want, Skittle,” I order as I trail kisses down the side of her neck, trying to keep some semblance of control.

She arches up into me, a whimper breaking free as she grabs my hair with both hands, pulling me closer.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me. Show me what my husband likes,” she whispers into my ear before biting my lobe.

Any control I may have had disappears in an instant. I yank her closer to the end of the desk so that her ass is right on the edge, then hook my fingers in her panties, pulling them roughly down her legs.

Once free, I spread her wide and run my nose over her mound, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm... Smells like mine,” I growl before licking her from clit to ass and back again, savoring the musky taste of her on my tongue.

She writhes under my touch, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as I feast on her like she's my favorite meal—mostly because she is.

I lick, suck, and flick, all the while feeling her body grow tauter and tauter until, finally, with a shout, she comes all over my tongue.

“Oh god. That was, that was...” She struggles to find her next words, making me smile.

“That was just the beginning,” I warn her, sliding my pants down and stepping out of them before walking around to the opposite side of the desk. She follows me with her eyes, tilting her head back to look at me as she tries to figure out my next move.

Hooking my hands under her armpits this time, I pull her toward me, far enough that her shoulders are still comfortably on the cool smooth wood beneath her but her head hangs over the edge. Her hair cascades down like a Technicolor waterfall, just long enough to skim the