kind of realized they weren’t alone, but again, it didn’t matter. When she was with Ian, soft and submissive in his lap, it was easy to shut the world out.
It was Javier and the new girl. Juliana, she thought, but she went by Julie or Jules. They were standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the stove. It was a nice stove, but then she wasn’t a crazed foodie chef so maybe she didn’t get the sexy.
To each his own.
Ian’s hands came up, brushing against her cheeks. “No dessert because I knew what was coming. And by coming, I mean you. You’re going to be coming, my love. Over and over and over again. You’re going to come until I can’t stand, until my dick stops working. Take the first bite.”
They were practically having intercourse over a lemon tart and she was fine with that. She brought the tart in her hand to her lips. “It smells so good.”
“Nothing like how you smell, baby. You smell like sex and mine.”
Mine? Oh, yeah, she was his. She didn’t want to be anything in the world but his. She licked the tart, knowing full well that he was watching her every move. Hell, she could feel his dick swell under her butt. He didn’t try to hide it. That was hers, too. He shifted his pelvis as though trying to make himself more comfortable, but she knew he was really rubbing that massive erection against her. In these moments, he was a horny predatory tiger, rubbing himself against her leg to relieve the tension.
Charlie brought the tart to her lips and slowly took a bite, her eyes never leaving her husband’s. They were locked together, bodies touching as she savored the light, tart taste of Macon’s finest work. He was a master at turning lemons into perfectly prepared bites of heaven. Charlie licked her lips and then turned the treat her Master’s way.
“Only you, baby,” Big Tag whispered back.
Charlie loved the look in his eyes as she offered him the tart. She loved watching him enjoy it, knowing all the while that wouldn’t be the last treat he would enjoy that evening. Soon she would be the one he was enjoying, her legs splayed and her body at his mercy.
Right before she was sure he would take the tart, he pulled her down instead. His mouth took hers, tongue dominating in a bold move that chased the breath right out of her lungs. She relaxed against him, giving him the power in that instant and letting him know she was his to do with as he wished.
Which only worked because she loved him, trusted him, knew he would never do a thing to hurt her.
As he kissed her senseless, she wondered where she would be if she hadn’t met Ian Taggart. It was funny how in her most desperate moment, her salvation had come in the form of a man who should have been her enemy.
“You taste better than any pie, my Charlie,” he whispered against her lips. His hands tightened on her and she felt one of those big palms stroke her thigh. “Why don’t you straddle me and let’s see what happens?”
She knew what would happen. She placed the tray of treats on the table beside them and gingerly shifted, twisting so she straddled her Master’s lap. Yes, there it was. His cock was right against her pussy. All she had to do was…
Ian groaned as she rolled her pelvis. “That’s right, baby. Now give me some of that sweet, sweet lemony goodness. Ride me and feed me. That’s what I want. Let me watch you come.”
“And if I can make you come?” It was a fun little game. She would try to see if she could get that big dick of his to go off before she did.
“Then I’ll walk around for the rest of the night a bit on the uncomfortable side,” he replied, his hands finding her hips. He shifted and she found herself with her clitoris in the perfect position. “But that’s not going to happen. I know exactly how to make you moan, Charlie baby.”
She felt her phone vibrate. Charlie winced. “It’s another text.”
He pumped his hips up against hers. “Answer it. If it’s anyone except Malone telling us one of the children is missing, I’m texting them a dick pic and asking them to leave us alone. Let’s see if you can text while I do this.”
His erection slid over the perfect