Chapter Thirty-Six
Liam
Hot damn. Olivia just said, “I’m his wife,” and it went straight to my head like a shot of strong whiskey. I actually feel slightly buzzed.
I reach for her, but she steps back, gripping the tie. Her eyes burn as they meet mine. “Is this how you spend your time ‘working’ instead of coming home on time?” She drops the sunflowers on a chair.
“Are you jealous?” I know it’s a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop smiling.
“No. Just wondering how you’re going to get any work done if you keep screwing around.”
“The only screwing around I do is with you,” I say, looking at her plump lips.
“Ha!” She undoes the knot and rips the tie off me. “I don’t like other women’s things on my man.”
My man. My heart pounds. She sees me as hers. Someone worth getting angry over, fighting over.
I matter to her.
I grin. “I’d wear those sunflowers if it wouldn’t look idiotic.”
“You can wear me.” She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and kisses me hard.
My nerve endings prickle. I kiss her back, thrusting my tongue into her.
She nips me, and a coppery tang fills my mouth.
God, she is glorious in her rage. Her nails dig deeply into my neck, and even the sting feels like a reward—because she wants me.
This isn’t one of her typical kisses. It’s full of raw power and aggression, more teeth than tongue or lips.
I tug at her skirt, pulling it up. She wraps a leg around my hip.
I grind my dick against her. “Feel that? This is what you do to me. I just think about you and this is what happens.”
“I don’t believe you,” she says between pants. Her eyes narrow to glittering slits. “You were awfully cozy with your Emmie.”
Her jealousy strokes me. Need rushes through my veins. “Olivia, you know you’re the only one for me. Let me show you.”
I unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy demi-bra. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s stunning, my beautiful wife.
She glares at me. “Bastard. Is this all you ever think about?”
“One of many things I think about. But they all involve you.”
I pull down a cup. The second her nipple pops out, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She groans softly, her head falling back. Her hand travels up my neck, and her fingers clench my hair, holding me tight.
Yes, love, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel amazing.
I tug down the other cup and rub my thumb over the nipple.
She arches her back, biting her lip to muffle the moan vibrating in her chest. I let go of the nipple in my mouth and take the other one in, lavishing it with erotic attention.
Her leg moves restlessly against my hip.
Even through the layers of clothes, I can feel the heat radiating from her.
Elation throbs in my head. Every sign of her need reassures me I deserve to be part of her life.
While my tongue toys with her nipple, I push her skirt up and reach down to get rid of her underwear—except there isn’t anything underneath.
“Where’s your underwear?” I demand, my hot breaths fanning against her delicate breast.
“Not wearing any. The skirt is too thin.”
I jerk my head and glare at her. “So you were going commando around Simon?”
She scowls back. “Why are you talking about him?”
Possessiveness hits me like a lightning bolt. I know the bastard can’t see what’s underneath her skirt, but it’s the principle of the thing. My wife should never be this exposed around other men.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” I grind out.
She arches an arrogant eyebrow. “Have I? I’m not the one who let my assistant knot a tie around my neck.”
I nip her lip, hard enough to sting without drawing blood. “You don’t wear a tie. And I always wear my underwear around my assistant.”
“Simon has no idea what I have or don’t have under my clothes. Unlike you.”
That lessens my fury, but only a little.
I still want to make a point. I prop her against the edge of my desk, then drop to my knees in front of her.
Before she can say anything, I swipe my tongue from the opening of her pussy all the way to her clit.
The knot of nerves pulses against my tongue. She reaches down and grips my head.
“Liam, we’re in your office,” she hisses, but doesn’t push me back.
Do I care? I smile with wicked satisfaction and devour her sensitive flesh, determined to show her what happens to my woman when she goes around in public without proper panties. She lets out a shaky breath, and her grip on my hair tightens.
Triumph cuts through me.
I pull her clit into my mouth and tongue it with the fluttering rhythm that I know drives her absolutely crazy. I want her undone—shattered. I want something more than just rings on her fingers to remind her she’s mine.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, slapping a hand on the desk behind her to brace herself. Her thighs strain as she maintains her balance in her heels and grinds herself against my face.
I shudder, my blood overheating. God, she’s hot when she uses me for her pleasure. She drips endlessly, coating my tongue with her sweetness.
I’ve missed my wife. I’ve been coming home too late the last few days, and we haven’t had sex in too long for my taste.
The second I push two fingers into her pussy and circle her G-spot, she spirals out of control.
The tendons in her neck stand out as she clenches her teeth in a climax, swallowing the sound.
I kiss her pubic bone, then grab the edge of my desk and pull myself up. I unzip my fly and pull out my throbbing cock, too impatient to get properly undressed, then grip her pelvis and drive into her. She slaps a hand over her mouth.
She feels amazing, like home and love. How can she possibly think any other woman could give me what she does?
I tighten my hold on her hips and pound into her, wanting her to feel what she does to me. Panting, she clings to me. The sound of our flesh slapping fills the office. I set a brutal pace—this isn’t going to be long or lingering.
I want to mark her. I want her to mark me.
She reaches another peak and spasms around me, her pussy gripping my dick. A second later I spurt, filling her with my cum.
Breathing hard, I run the back of my fingers along her sweat-misted neck where her pulse races.
“You don’t have to wear underwear around Simon. But if you don’t, you’ll have my cum inside you,” I whisper into her ear.
She shivers. “I was supposed to mark you, not the other way around.”
“Oh, you have. Believe me.” I kiss her hard. “Now, shall we fill our bellies?”