“I said …” He hisses out a breath and yanks me closer until my body is pressed flush against his. “That I would fuck you like my perfect little whore. That’s an entirely different thing, Mel.”
I know it is, but I’m annoyed and on edge. I think about Deandra and the way she looked so good standing with him. “And have you fucked many whores?”
He rolls his neck and it cracks, making me wince. “If you’re asking if I’ve ever paid for sex, the answer is no.”
“Liar.” I scoff, and it seems to snap something in him. Before I can blink, he spins me around to face the wall and pins me there, my cheek pressed against the cool brick as the warmth of his chest covers my back.
He catches my earlobe between his teeth and tugs gently, a low growl rolling out of him. He pushes his body into mine, and I’m pressed flat to the wall with no room to move. “Don’t call me a liar.”
“So you’ve really never …” I suck in a breath. The weight of his body against mine has heat pooling in my core.
“I already told you I haven’t.” His hand coasts over my hip, down my abdomen, and between my thighs, where his fingers tug at the fabric of my dress. He hitches it higher until the thigh split moves and gives him access to my panties. “But I’m going to make you moan my name like I’m paying you to, Mel. Right here in this hallway. Maybe then you’ll learn to curb this bad attitude of yours.”
“I don’t have a bad att—” The rest of the word is cut off by a groan because in one swift movement, he’s tugged my panties aside and pushed a thick finger inside me.
“You’re always so damn wet for me, Mel.” He lets out a dark laugh, and his warm breath dances over the hairs at the nape of my neck.
“We can’t … not here …” I gasp out the words, my body already sizzling with static electricity.
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?”
