Page 76 of Bound Lies

Riley pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she stares at me, and I swallow a groan as I think of those plump lips wrapped around my cock.

Fuck, even just having her on her knees in front of me would be enough to bring me to the edge because I’m that tightly wound.

“Something wrong, husband?” She chuckles, wading back through the water toward me.

So many things are wrong about this, but my moral compass is pointing directly up right now, making it difficult for me to think clearly. Despite that, I don’t dare make a move. Riley might be acting like she wants to break every boundary; but until she gives me explicit permission, I won’t lay a hand on her, no matter how badly my body is screaming at me to do so.

“I quite like the sound of that, you know?”

“Of what?”

“Husband.”

My cock twitches, and I grind my teeth as I fight the urge to reach below the water and stroke myself over my swim shorts as Riley continues to wade through the water toward me.

“I think I like the idea of you being bound to me. That I was the one to finally get Kieran Sullivan down the aisle.”

The look of triumph in her eyes is quite adorable.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got this the wrong way round, wife. I’m not so easily tamed.”

Riley’s gaze flicks down to my mouth, and I hold my breath as she comes closer until finally she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her supple body flush against mine.

“Sure about that?” She leans in and offers me a teasing kiss.

Her fingers trail over my shoulders as she gently nips at my bottom lip, and my hands find her waist beneath the water, holding her in place as she deepens the kiss.

But still, I don’t cross the line.

“Kieran,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Yes, Riley?”

She rests her forehead against mine as she untangles one arm from around my neck and reaches below the water, where she grabs my hand and guides it to her inner thigh.

“Touch me.”

That’s all the permission I need.

I pull her against me and spin us around until her back is pressed up against the edge of the pool.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grind my hips against her, letting her feel just how much I want her.

Her answering moan has my hand moving a little higher up her leg until I’m cupping her pussy over her bikini.

This is reckless and dangerous and may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I never want it to stop.

She grinds against my hand as I swallow her moans.

I’ve barely even touched her, and already she’s unraveling for me.

If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside her, I would make this torturous for her. But right now, I need release just as much as she does.

“Riley,” I groan against her mouth as I pull her bikini aside and slide my index finger along her slit.

“Please.” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

I grunt at the sharp sting, but I’ve always been one for mixing a little pain with pleasure, so I do as she asks and sink my finger inside her pussy.