“And here I was thinking it was the stellar support and company of your husband that’s getting you through.”
Dylan giggles. “It’s that too. What Elyse hinted about you feeling neglected…that isn’t true, is it?”
“She didn’t say it like that, did she?”
“No, but that’s how I heard it. We’re fine, right?”
I set our food down on the far end of the table before I turn to her. “We’re more than fine, Viper.” I drag my knuckles softly down her cheek. “Don’t let anyone tell you how we are. Just ask me.”
“I know Tori made her work the most important. I don’t ever want you to feel like that again.”
“Viper, I know we’re in this together. I haven’t spent one second doubting that.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “Holy God. Is that a new perfume?”
“It is. Do you like it?”
“God, yes. It’s like a spice cabinet exploded in a flower bed. The heavy tones on your skin… was this a calculated play?”
“What if it was? I thought you swore you’d never do anything in the office, ever.”
“I guess I should learn one thing with you. Never say never, Dylan.”
I back my gorgeous wife up into the mahogany of the conference table. The edge hits right at the top of the most perfectly rounded ass in the history of man. Dylan’s hands reflexively cup the curved rail. She takes a stuttered breath.
“Are you suggesting we play before we finish our work?”
I take a strawberry in my fingers, my peripheral vision being my guide. My head falls slightly left as I stare into her eyes with a silent dare. “All work and no play makes for very dull days.” I slide the point of the berry across her plump lower lip. “Are we dull, Viper?”
She proudly takes a seductive bite. “That word doesn’t even exist in our vocabulary.” Dylan carefully licks her full lips and leans in to mine. I allow myself to get within a fraction of touching her before I grip her hips and lift her to sit on the tabletop.
Dylan’s bare feet begin a slow swing between my legs. “You’re breaking all the rules with me, aren’t you?” she asks.
My hands slide up the tops of her thighs, taking her skirt up along with them. “I told you what would happen if you wore that skirt today.”
“What if someone catches us?”
“Is that what you’re really focusing on right now? The work crew will not be here until tonight. Dad and Pops are on the golf course. We’re completely alone.” I lean in to place a kiss in the center of her chest. “And… just because I said I’d never do this; doesn’t mean I didn’t have it planned out in my head. I get to give you something that’s my first. Fuck.”
I dive in for her body. I wrap my hands around her neck and press my core hard against hers. She easily slides her hands inside my jacket and quickly pressures me to drop my hands so she can drop it to the floor. Our lips never leave each other’s as she fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, and I attempt to pull the silk free from around her waist.
The heat radiates off me as the cool air of the room hits my skin. Dylan shoves my shirt to the floor, alongside my jacket, seconds before I pull her top off over her head. Along with it comes that offending pencil that has been holding her hair hostage from me. With one swipe, I can see the pale pink lace bralette she’s been hiding, and her thick blonde waves fall all around her back over her skin.
Dylan’s hands grip around my shoulder blades as I press my lips to the soft skin at the base of her neck over and over again. Her bra straps slide so easily to the sides, either with a quick brush of my fingers or my lips. Her pointed toes slip up and down the outside of my knees. Her knees pulse on my hips.
I push her body back in my hands until I’m hovering over her. The arch of her back begins at her neck. It raises her beautiful breasts into my chest. The touch of the lace on my skin sends chills down my back and a sigh from my lips.
Dylan’s arms drop slowly from around me to rest with her palms up, dragging along the tabletop as I pull her in and back again to kiss whatever piece of her skin I desire. She reaches in between us and begins opening the buckle of my belt. Her hands are slow and calculated, even though I can feel she’s coming undone inside.
Her fingers undo my button and zipper with precision. The freedom she’s just allowed me sets my burn to high. I gently rest her on her elbows to give my hands the glorious opportunity of seeing if the lace on the bottom matches the lace on the top.
My hands go into hiding underneath her skirt to make an amazing discovery. “Are you fucking telling me that the key to the castle door has been wide open all day long?”
“Looks like your birthday came early, Goose.”
I growl, “Fuck yes it did.”
Savagely, I devour her lips as Dylan holds me close. Her skirt is no match as my wrapping paper. I slide the fabric up to the apex of her thighs while I tease her gently. “Don’t. Take. Your. Time. Take. Your. Fantasy.”
I take a breath big enough, as if I’m taking a dive underwater, and plunge inside my wife. Dylan makes a noise I’ve never heard before as her knees rise into my rib cage. Her head drops back as I bring us into a rhythm. She licks her lips, utters little groans, and once in a while gives me her eyes.
When she does, those eyes bring a fire that could keep me warm for the rest of my life. “Dylan. Look at me.”
In that moment, I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s an order, not a plea, and I think she knows it. As she focuses on me, my request, she gives me a little smile. When she called this a fantasy, she was right.
Our pace becomes frantic as we fractionally separate and connect. Dylan pulls herself up, clinging around my neck. I can feel the peak coming before I realize it. She does too. Just before I’m ready to dive over the edge, she whispers something so dirty in my ear. It’s the last straw. I drive hard into her twice more before we come together and our echoes fill the room.
As I try and regain my breath, and if I’m honest, not pass out, I rest my forehead on her very pink chest. I let my tongue and lips travel along the line of lace as Dylan goes from limp to gripping her body around me tight while we’re still connected.
“I’ve never heard you say something like that before.”
“I was waiting for right place, right time. I meant it too.”
“You make me do things I never thought possible, Dylan.”
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you.”
Chapter 5
Hayley
Wes has been so great all week. He took such good care of me last weekend when I wasn’t at my best. He didn’t complain or anything even once. I know that’s what partners do for each other, but I want to do something nice for him.
When I’ve been already in bed for an hour, I’ll wake up just enough to hear him typing on his computer or talking softly on the phone. He’s working so hard right now. Part of it is the job. I know that too. However, I can see him being pulled in a million directions. For me, that would get beyond tough after a while.