CHAPTER THIRTY
Another day in court that utterly kicked my ass. I’m exhausted. Emotional.
Horny the second I see my husband.
By the gleam in his eyes, the feeling is mutual.
I stand still by the front door closet, waiting for him to prowl over.
His steel-gray eyes capture mine. The intensity of his stare electrifies my skin.
“What are you doing to me?” Rock asks, coming closer.
I glance down and clasp my hands behind my back. “What?” I ask as if I have no idea what’s on his mind.
His gaze roams over my body and his pace slows. Becomes predatory.
“You know how I feel about you in that naughty librarian getup. Hair up. Glasses on.”
Oh, that’s actually not what I expected him to say.
“Lawyer, not librarian.” I run my hands over my skirt. “This barely fits, so get your jollies now. Probably the last time I’ll get to wear it for a while.”
Ignoring my comment, he places his hands on my hips and yanks me closer.
He buries his face against my neck, breathing me in. “Didn’t think you could be any sexier, but all dressed up.” He places the palm of his hand flat my becoming-quite-noticeable bump. “And carrying our baby.” He shakes his head. “Damn, woman.”
“I’m not feeling very sexy,” I whisper. It’s true. As much as I want him, I’m not feeling worthy of his admiration at the moment.
“We’ll work on that.” He unbuttons my blazer, sliding it off my shoulders and handing it to me to hang up in the closet. His fingers toy with the buttons on my blouse for a second before he untucks it from my skirt.
“Rock,” I protest. Getting naked in the foyer isn’t the best idea.
“They’re out for the night,” he says, neutralizing my concern before I even voice it.
“Oh.”
He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Upstairs or downstairs?”
Heat pools in my belly. “Downstairs,” I whisper.
He growls in approval and nips my earlobe. “Take your shoes off.”
I kick off the low heels, toeing them out of the way. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit Rock’s intense appreciation of my body and all its new curves doesn’t turn me on.
He takes my hand and I follow him to the door that leads to the basement.
It’s not really a basement. Rock made sure the space has nine-foot ceilings. To the right is an open storage room and another storage room that remains locked at all times.
The largest room, to our left also remains locked at all times.
But for different reasons.
I’m a fluttering mess of need by the time we reach our room. I want his body pressed against mine. Skin to skin. His mouth on mine.
My body shivers with anticipation as Rock keys in the code and pushes the door open.
“After you.”
Some couples enjoy punishing each other with pain. Hope and I prefer to punish each other with pleasure.
At least that’s the only explanation I can come up with for the determined look on her face and teasing swing to her hips as she makes her way to the playroom. Barefoot, blouse untucked and unbuttoned, she’s damn tempting.
After I close and lock the door behind us, she slips her blouse off and hangs it on a hook by the door, then faces me.
“Skirt too.”
She turns, showing me the zipper down the back. “Will you help me?”
As if she has to ask.
I step up behind her and kiss her shoulder before tugging the zipper down.
“If I’d known I was in for this treat, I would have worn sexier underwear.”
“You get any sexier, I’ll explode from looking at you.”
She smiles over her shoulder and wiggles out of her skirt, purposely bending over to shove her ass against my crotch. There’s a hanger on one of the hooks, just for days like these when I pounce on her at the front door and we end up down here. A small closet to our left holds some clothes and robes for both us. For afterward.
Deciding to speed things up, I flick the hooks of her bra open and she hangs it up next to her blouse.
My fingers trace the red lines left by her bra and she sighs. “I’ve already gone up two cup sizes.”
“Fucking love it. But I don’t like the marks this left.” I slide my hands around to cup her breasts. “Think I’ll come with you to work and keep you supported. Just like this.”
She laughs softly and leans back against me. “My own personal hand bra.”
“Mmhmm.” I sweep her hair out of the way and nuzzle against her neck.
She sighs and reaches back to run her fingers through my hair.
I strip the rest of her clothes off, needing to have her soft skin under my rough hands.
When I came up with the idea for this room, I wanted something simple and straightforward. No windows. Soft, recessed lighting. My gaze sweeps over the space. Four-poster king-sized bed. A leather swing suspended from the ceiling. A sex couch.
And my personal favorite, what I plan to use in about ten seconds, a hook suspended from the ceiling in the corner of the room.
Keeping on arm around her waist, I reach for the cabinet door.
“Oh my,” she breathes when I pull out the bundle of soft blue rope. Her body softens against me even more as I unwind the thick strand.
We’re on the same page, because she holds out her arms, wrists facing us.
The simple gesture amps me up even more. The trust she places in me does it every time. The excitement in the way her breathing picks up. I drop my head and trail my lips over her shoulder while I rub the rope over her chest, down the soft slope of her breasts. She gasps wen I drag the taut threads over her stiff nipples. So I do it again.
“Rock.” She sighs.
“What do you say if you want me to untie you?” I whisper in her ear.
“Too kinky.”
“Good girl.”
With the rope in one hand, I grasp her by the wrists and lead her to the couch. She only needs a gentle nudge to lie down on her back and offer her wrists again.
I wrap the doubled over rope twice, cross it, steadily working up her forearms. She bites her lip as she watches me pull the bright through the loop, knowing I’m almost finished. When I’m satisfied the rope won’t tighten down on her wrists, I help her up and over to the hook.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
“Rock? When did you put a mirror in here?” She angles her shoulders forward, trying to hide herself. Which is exactly why the mirror is here. It’s a damn big wall mirror too. Obviously she was too focused on us to notice it right away. I want to bring her back to that mindset.
“I always meant to put one in this spot.”
“But—”
I place my finger of her lips and she scowls.
We stare at each other for a few electrifying seconds before I hold out my hand and she gives me her bound wrists.
The hook’s up far enough that she has to stretch her body to reach, but not so high it puts her on tiptoes. There’s a swivel, so I can spin her however I want, which comes in handy.
“Beautiful.”
She averts her eyes.
I place my hands over her rounded stomach, then stroke her sides and hips. “So soft.”
With her arms above her head, she’s beautifully stretched out and exposed for me. No way to hide or cover all those generous, beautiful curves.
Tonight she’s tense. Wary as she watches us in the mirror. “Don’t move.” I have something to help her with her nerves.
I return to the cabinet and pull out a blindfold. Before returning, I dim the lights to a more seductive level. This is supposed to be fun and romantic, not a clinical inspection.
Her curvy silhouette stops me in my tracks and she turns. “What?”
“I’m admiring my wife.”
The corners of her mouth tug up, but she pulls away when I approach with the blindfold.
“Why?”
“I want you to relax and enjoy what I’m doing to you instead of worrying about what you look like.”
She doesn’t move again and I secure the fabric over her eyes.
A soft “Oh” falls from her lips when I mold myself to her back and slide my hands up and down her body. Caressing every inch before stopping to lift each breast. My fingers tease and tug on her nipples and she lets out a moan.
“That’s better.”
“It’d be even better if you were naked and I could feel your skin on mine,” she says.
I step back just enough that she can barely feel the whisper of fabric against her back as I strip off my shirt.
Eager, she turns and tries to press against me, but I move just out of reach.
A soft whine from her lips as she strains, but can’t quite touch me.
“You’re the kind of beautiful that fucks with my self-control.” I reach out and brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Especially now.”
“Then come fuck me,” she sasses back.
Every part of my body hardens and heats up at her words. I love pushing her to say what she wants me to do to her.
I curl my fingers around her neck, her pulse jumps against my thumb as I pull her closer. Need throbs below my belt when her tongue darts out to lick her lips. My cock strains against my zipper.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” I trace my fingers over her hip. “My name inked in your skin. My ring on your finger. Your stomach rounded with my child.”
I lower to my knees, allowing my hands to roam over every inch. Worshipping every curve and dip. Kissing, licking, and stroking soft skin. Her nipples tighten, her breaths grow shallow as I kiss her belly, her hip, her thighs. My hands slide between her legs, grabbing her ass and yanking her to me.
“You’re wetter than ever.”
Her leg muscles strain as if she’s trying to hide herself from me again. I sink my teeth into her flesh, a light warning nip.
I could easily spend all night with my face buried in her pussy. But I’m worried about her arms getting fatigued or straining her back. By this point, I think she’s too far gone to tell me if she’s hurting right away.
Using my thumbs, I spread her lips, licking and sucking until her legs shake. Within seconds she wildly comes on my face, rolling her hips, grinding herself against my mouth, panting all sorts of breathy little noises.
I’m so fucking turned on I could come in my pants right this second.
She’s so damn sensitive, she jumps when I tease her clit and giggles when I pepper kisses along her inner thigh. I stand, trailing my fingers over her legs and ass. Gripping her hips, I turn her so she’s facing the mirror.
“Fuck me.” I run my hand over my chin.
“What?”
“Nothing. The view is even better than I expected. It’s probably good you can’t see me, though.”
“Why?”
“Because I look like I’m going to eat you alive.”
She tugs on the rope. “You just did.” More soft laughter from her.
I lightly tap her ass, then slide my hand around her body, stroking down her belly and between her thighs. Finding and lightly pinching her clit. She dances on her toes, pressing her ass against me again.
“Please.”
“You think you can take more?”
“God, yes.”
I hate leaving the warmth of her body for even a second, but I make quick work of my belt, stopping to trail the end over her ass, teasing her with the thick leather.
“Rock?”
“Mmm?”
I stroke my hand up and down my cock and grab her hip with the other.
Better than I’d hoped for.
I untie the blindfold, allowing it to fall to the ground.
Our eyes meet in the mirror, hers hazy with desire, mine downright feral. I wrap my arm around her chest. “Look how flushed and pretty you are.”
“Mmm.”
She pushes her ass out, swinging her hips from side to side. Taunting me. Hurrying me along when I want to take all night. As soon as my cock bumps against her backside, she goes up on tiptoes, giving me better access. Normally, I’d have her dressed up in a pair of the for-bedroom-use-only heels stored down here, but I was worried about her balance.
I dip and bend to get the right angle and finally slowly sink inside. A deep groan I can’t control vibrates in my throat and I brush my nose against her cheek.
“More,” she begs.
The intensity, her heat, the sounds she makes, it’s absolute heaven on earth.
I band my arm around her chest and the other under her belly, holding her tight while I thrust into her at a staggering pace.
Having her tethered is actually getting in my way, so I slow down, reach up and unhook her. She grasps the arm I have over her chest. With both hands.
“That’s right. Hold on.”
She doesn’t smile or laugh. There’s only white-hot excitement burning in her eyes. I drive into her deeper, harder. Her body responds and she pushes back against me.
“Good girl.” I kiss her cheek and watch her face in the mirror.
The angle isn’t quite right. I should’ve put a platform or something in this spot to account for our height difference.
Yeah, that’s perfect. I already worship the fuck out of this woman, so putting her on a pedestal so I can fuck her better seems appropriate. That’ll be my next addition.
“Why…are…you…laughing?” Her body sags as if she can’t hold herself up another second.
“Too much?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”
I pull out and lift her up.
“What’re you doing?”
“Over here,” I carry her to the specially curved, black leather couch in the middle of the room. The first time we used it, we fucked so relentlessly, one of the short wooden legs snapped, almost sending us to the floor. I’ve removed the legs since then and fixed it so it’s sturdy. Can take a good pounding. It has a high curve at one and swoops lower at the opposite end with a valley in the middle. I stretch out and invite her to climb on me. She’s a little unsteady at first, but I guide her all the way down.
“There you go,” I whisper.
My fingers tug at the ropes around her wrist, unwinding them as she starts to rock back and forth on my cock.
“Fuck” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She moan-mumbles something unintelligible and grinds down on me harder. She’s so slick and hot, I can feel every flutter and pulse as she throws her head back and braces her palms against my chest.
“That’s it. Come for me.” Love her on top of me, giving me full access to her body. Ravenous desire guides me to tweak her nipples, then pull her down to suck one into my mouth. Her frenzied bucking slows, but it’s her last long, low, satisfied moan that sends me over the edge. My hips jerk up and every pleasure zone in my body bursts.
“Come here.” I twist my fingers in her hair and drag her down against me, taking her mouth, kissing her, devouring her while our frantic movements slow.
“Oh,” she half moans, half laughs as she sits up and slowly stands. The absence of her heat around me makes me groan.
“You all right?”
She wobbles on her feet and that snaps me out of my stupor. “Come here, baby doll.”
“I’m drunk on your dick.” She snort-giggles.
“I can live with that.” I take her hand and tug her over to the bed. Best thing I put down here. We can fuck ourselves to exhaustion and not have to worry about crawling upstairs into bed. I move to pull the covers back and she stops me.
“I’m already overheated.”
“Hottest fucking woman I know.” I tap her ass with my hand. “Go on.”
Once she’s situated, I slide next to her. I hold her hands, checking her wrists, then rub her arms. “Feel okay?”
“So good.”
“I don’t want to be too rough with you.”
Her gaze slips down my body. “You’re so much bigger than me. In every way. Your body, your hands, your voice, your personality.”
I bite my tongue waiting to see where she’s going with this.
“You could overpower me whenever you wanted. But instead you use all that strength to be so affectionate, loving, and protective of me.” She snuggles closer and I wrap my arms around her. “And to pleasure me.”
“Nothing I love more.”
We snuggle like that for a while, slowly stroking our hands over each other. She throws her leg over my hip.
“Did you have a good day,” I ask.
She takes a minute to answer. “Not really.”
“Tell me.”
She tips her head back, putting some space between us.
“I’m just tired and feel so fuzzy-headed sometimes. I keep forgetting stuff.”
“I don’t think I like you driving if you feel that bad.”
She bites her lip, which isn’t a good sign.
“Hope?”
“I’ve been winding down my cases. And it’s actually taken less time than I expected.”
“Okay?”
“I think I want to stop.” She rubs her hand over her belly. “Focus on more important things.”
Thank fuck. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“You’re not disappointed in me?”
“What? No.”
“I wish I could be like Heidi and do it all, but—”
“Hey, we didn’t think that this,” I place my hand over hers, “Would be possible after what you went through. It’s a fucking miracle.”
I spend the next few minutes, stroking the back of my hand over her cheek, staring into her eyes.
“I don’t want to be a burden or make you feel—”
“Stop right there. I can more than take care of us.” I stare down at her harder. “And no, I don’t need to rob a bank to do it, sass-mouth.”
“That’s not what I was thinking.”
“You won’t be bored around here.” I point at the ceiling. “You have a nursery to decorate, research and shopping to do. You’ll be plenty busy.”