SEXY BEDROOM GAMES . . .
Even after nearly twenty years of marriage, Jillian Noble is still madly in love with her sexy-as-sin husband, Dean. But now that their two sons are grown and it’s just the two of them alone again, there’s something that Jillian wants from her husband. Something he’s been holding back since the day they met—the dominant man he rarely lets show.
Now she wants it all, and when Dean agrees to unleash his more assertive side, all bets are off as he introduces her to dark, forbidden desires that will change the course of their marriage.
“I want to get your opinion on something I bought today,” she said huskily.
He never cared about what she purchased for herself, but then again, she rarely spent frivolously or excessively, even when he encouraged her to spoil herself. They were well-off now, his company worth millions, but when they’d first married right out of high school with a baby on the way, saving and budgeting had become a habit for her—one she was just learning to break every once in a while. After today, she hoped to have a reason to continue to splurge.
“I went to Sugar and Spice today to visit Raina, and I found something I thought you might like, but I wanted to be absolutely sure.” One of her good friends, Raina Beck, owned Sugar and Spice, an adult boutique that carried gorgeous lingerie, high end sex toys, and other erotic novelty items.
Dean was well aware of that, too. He leaned back in his leather chair, regarding her with undisguised interest and a whole lot of heat in his eyes. “You definitely have my attention,” he drawled in that low, sexy timbre that still had the ability to make her shiver like the infatuated girl she’d once been with him. Still was, actually.
She came around the side of his desk and stopped a few feet away, then released the belt on her dress, which opened completely. A shrug of her shoulders, and the material slid down both of her arms and pooled around her black stiletto heels, leaving her clad in nothing more than a push-up bra with just enough lace to cover her hardened nipples, and matching G-string panties—both in red, his favorite color on her.
She heard the breath rush from his lungs as he took in her skimpy, barely there attire. “Jesus, Jill,” he said, his voice sounding shocked and strangled, though his intense, molten gray eyes glowed with appreciation.
Her stomach tumbled with desire. Her figure wasn’t model perfect and she no longer possessed a young, nubile body. She’d given birth to two kids and while she watched her weight and did yoga five times a week, she had full breasts and curves that were soft and supple and womanly. And right now, with him devouring her with his gaze, she felt sexy and incredibly exhilarated. She skimmed her fingers along the lace edge of her bra, then trailed them down her belly to the thin band of her panties. “Do you like it?” she asked oh-so-guilelessly.
“Hell, yeah, I like it,” he growled deep in his throat. “A lot.”
He’d yet to touch her, and that’s what she wanted most of all. He was watching her as if he wasn’t certain what to expect because this was so out of character for her, so she didn’t hesitate to show him. Stepping between his spread knees, she braced one hand on the armrest so she was leaning over him, grabbed his deep purple tie with her other hand and pulled his mouth closer to hers.
“Good,” she breathed against his lips. “Because I bought it with you in mind.”
She slid her mouth against his, feeling his initial surprise, which thankfully didn’t last long. With a groan that sounded like the sweetest of surrender, he buried his fingers into her hair and did what he did best… he took control of the situation.
His mouth claimed hers, firm and insistent, his tongue hot and demanding as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, resisting the urge to crawl onto his lap and let him have his way with her, which he no doubt expected, because she always let him lead and bent to his will.
Not that having Dean in charge was a bad thing, but today was all about switching things up, being adventurous and spontaneous, and showing him she wanted more sexually. That she was open to a whole lot more than sex in the bedroom, and there were fantasies she wouldn’t mind fulfilling with him.
She kissed him back just as passionately, feeling the hunger growing in him, the molten need… and then, abruptly, he grasped her hair tighter and pulled her head back, ending the kiss. Breathing hard, he stared into her eyes, looking dazed, a little confused, and excruciatingly aroused by her bold and brazen behavior.
“Jillian… what the hell are you doing?”
His voice was soft and dangerous, a subtle warning that he was on edge. Clearly, he was fighting the urge to give in to the lust burning in his gaze because they were in his office, with co-workers just beyond the closed door.
Yeah, she’d definitely thrown him off balance, and she liked having that advantage.
“I’m seducing you,” she said, and gave him an equally alluring smile. “Is it working yet?”
He took the hand she’d braced on the chair and flattened her palm against the hard length of his erection bulging the front of his slacks. “What do you think?”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence, and she gave his thick shaft a firm squeeze. “I didn’t mean to get you so hot and bothered.”
He raised a dark brow, amusement and daring etching his ruggedly handsome features. “Now that you have, what are you going to do about it?”
His gruff demand sent swirls of sexual heat spiraling straight down to her stomach. This was what Jill wanted, for Dean to play along and allow the fantasy to unfold into hot, tantalizing reality. She let her lashes fall half-mast and licked her bottom lip, summoning the words she’d never, ever, said to him before. “I’m going to suck your cock and make you come.”
“I’m going to suck your cock and make you come.”
Dean’s mouth opened, then snapped shut again, his jaw tense. Her husband was rarely at a loss for words, but her candid, explicit reply rendered him shocked and speechless. The slow burn of excitement in his eyes, however, assured her that he was fascinated by her brazen transformation.
Thoroughly enjoying her newfound power, she knelt between his spread legs and began unbuckling his belt, anxious to make good on her promise. He watched her through hooded eyes, his breathing deepening as she unbuttoned his slacks, opened the zipper, then tugged his pants and boxer briefs low on his hips so that his fierce erection sprang free.
Knowing he still needed to be presentable for the rest of the day, she pushed the hem of his shirt up to his chest and out of her way, and couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and place a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss against the taut muscles just below his navel.
“Oh, fuck…” he rasped, like a man on the verge of insanity.
Smiling to herself, she trailed her damp lips lower. The intoxicating masculine scent of him aroused her, and the taste of him—all hot, hard male—saturated her senses and made her insides clench with need.
Gripping his shaft firmly in one hand, she wrapped her lips around the swollen crown of his dick, taking him into her mouth just a few excruciating inches. She swirled her tongue along the tip, then took him deep, until her lips touched the base of his cock and the sensitive head rubbed enticingly against the back of her throat. She swallowed, wrenching a groan of pure ecstasy from him.
She slid him in and out of her mouth, stroking him with her tongue and adding just enough suction to keep him on edge. His hand cupped the back of her head, but he didn’t push or thrust into her mouth the way she knew he instinctively wanted to, the way she wanted him to. Didn’t grip her hair tight and use a little force to make her give him what he needed the most. He held back, always in control, when she was dying for him to dominate her and take whatever pleasure he desired the most.
Another time, she promised herself. For now, she made his orgasm her ultimate goal. She continued blowing him, increasing the friction of her fingers along the hard column of flesh, and deepening the wet suction of her mouth as she doubled her efforts to make him come. His entire body tensed, and he gasped a warning, tightening his fingers in her hair to pull her head away.
She refused to release him. His hips jerked wildly, and she felt the tell-tale pulsing of his cock in her mouth give way to a surge of warmth that she didn’t hesitate to swallow. With a hum of feminine power and delight, she finished him off, until she’d wrung him dry and he sagged back against his leather chair, dazed and temporarily wasted.
She remained kneeling in front of Dean, back arched slightly, hands resting on her thighs, waiting patiently for him to recover, because she wasn’t done seducing him just yet. He glanced down at her, and she watched as his gaze darkened as he took in her very subdued, obedient-like pose, something she suspected would rouse him all over again. Oh, yeah, he liked her subservient demeanor. A lot. They’d never played at being dominant/submissive, but there had been enough instances in the bedroom when he’d displayed just enough aggression to give her the indication that he was on the cusp of tipping over into a more authoritative role sexually, yet was denying his true nature and had been for years.
But exploring those D/s themes was for another day, another time, when they weren’t confined to his office with the possibility of being interrupted.
Still wearing her red lacy bra, G-string, and fuck-me stilettos, she rose to her feet and leisurely skimmed her hands down her stomach, smiling to herself as his sinful gaze tracked the direction her fingers were heading… right into the waistband of her panties.
“I have another surprise for you,” she said huskily.
“I don’t know that I can handle another surprise,” he said, though he hadn’t looked away from where her fingers had disappeared.
She laughed softly. “Oh, I think you can.”
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