His lips brush tantalizingly over my skin, making goosebumps prickle out over my body. “I can do anything I want to you, anywhere I want to do it.” He adds a second finger. My back bows, and his free hand goes around my throat, tipping my head back. “Can’t I, corazón?”

“Y-yes.”

He kisses beneath my ear, his body concealing mine as he works his fingers in and out of me. The fact that we could get caught at any moment only heightens all my senses, including the pleasure that is currently racing through my veins. “But never forget that you’re my whore, Mel. I would never let anyone see you fall apart for me. That exquisite sight is only ever for my eyes.”

I cling to his forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he works me expertly and effortlessly until I’m on the brink of a climax and whimpering his name. “Come on my fingers, Spitfire. I’m going to spend the rest of the night with your sweet cream all over my hand.”

“Oh, god, Nate,” I cry out, rocking my hips and chasing the release.

“I fucking know, corazón. Let go for me.”

And I obey like a dutiful wife. My orgasm crashes over me in a slow-rolling wave, and only when I’m finished trembling in his arms does he spin me around and press his forehead against mine. “You still pissed at me?”

“No.”

He gently kisses my lips. “Good girl. Let’s go back inside.”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

NATHAN

My driver opens the car door, and I guide Mel inside.

“Thanks, Tedward.” She grins, and he smirks the way he always does when she calls him that.

“How long until we get home?” I ask.

“A little over an hour, sir.”

I nod my thanks and climb inside behind my wife. As soon as I’m seated, I grab her by her hips and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.

She wriggles like I’m tickling her, and a musical laugh tumbles from her lips. “What are you doing?”

“There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to last another hour without being inside you. You have any idea how hard I’ve been all night watching you in this dress?” I tug the fabric up to her waist.

“Nate!” My name is a feeble protest on her lips, and her hand is already on the back of my neck, fingers curling in my hair. “You chose the dress, so it’s your fault.”

I grunt in response and run my nose over the sweet-smelling skin of her neck while my hands glide over her body. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I groan loudly. “Your panties are fucking soaked.”

She shifts her hips, pressing herself against my hand. “Also your fault.”

The memory of her coming all over my fingers in that hallway makes my cock weep in my boxers. Finding the concealed zipper at the back of her dress, I tug it down, allowing the fabric to pool at her waist.

Moaning, she arches her back while I play with her pussy through her damp panties. I unclasp her strapless bra with my free hand, and it falls loose, freeing her perfect tits inches from my mouth. I suck on one of her hard nipples, sweeping my tongue over the hardened bud and making her cry out.

“I need you naked, Mel. Now,” I growl, pulling her dress up and over her head.

“Someone might see us.”

I turn my attention to her other nipple. “Nobody can see through these windows.”

“What about Tedward?” she breathes.

“Not inviting him to join us, corazón.”

She tips her head back on a laugh, and I graze my teeth along her throat. “I mean can he see us?”

“No.” I bite down, and she whimpers, tugging my hair and grinding herself against my aching shaft.

I lean back and let my gaze roam over her incredible body. My god, she is fucking exquisite. I run my hands over her tanned skin, palming her tits and squeezing her supple flesh. She presses herself into me, arching into the pleasure.

I nuzzle her neck, teasing her with tongue and teeth while I slide my hand into her underwear. “Tell me why it is that I can barely keep my hands off you when you’re near me.”

“I don’t know,” she moans.

“You have some sort of hold over me that I can’t break.”

I sink two fingers into her tight channel and her back bows. She plants her hands on my shoulders, riding my fingers as I work them in and out of her.

“Nate,” she pants, her pussy walls squeezing hard around my fingers.

“And nobody makes you come as hard as I do, do they, corazón?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and shakes her head. “N-no.”

“I need you so fucking bad, all the fucking time. No one has ever made me as hard as you do. You know that?”

Her response is a whimper. With a growl of frustration, I fist my hand in her panties and tear them in half. She gasps, making her beautiful tits bounce. My patience gone, I tug open my belt and she follows suit, yanking on my zipper and sliding her hand inside my boxers. She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft, squeezing and taunting me.

I press my lips to her ear. “Take out my cock and show me how you make yourself come, my little whore.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and her chest flushes pink. Before she can chew me out for using that word, I palm the back of her head and crash my lips to hers, swallowing her sassy comeback. When she’s pliant in my arms, I pull back. “Show me, corazón.”

With hooded eyes full of desire, she grips my cock again and lowers herself onto my shaft. My eyes almost roll back in my head as her hot cunt fits snugly around me, wrapping me in her wet warmth. “Jesus fuck, Mel.” I hiss out a breath.

“You like that?” She gives me a wicked grin and sinks down until I’m fully seated inside her.

I grunt. “You know I fucking do. Now show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”

She slides her hand between her thighs and circles two fingers around her clit. I look down, watching her work herself over, and when she lifts her hips and sinks down onto me again, I almost lose my mind at the sight of my dick stretching her tight pussy.

“Look at us, Mel. Look how fucking well we fit together.”

She looks down and mewls. “You feel so good inside me, Nate.”

A loud groan pours out of me. “Yeah, I do.”