Page 70 of Blueline Baby

“I feel like I take too long to finish.”

“I told you, I will do that for hours, if you’d let me.” I catch her wrist and pull her arm off her face so she has to look at me. “And I meant all of it. It’s a standing offer for the rest of your life.”

She pulls me down over her and opens her mouth under mine, kissing me deep and unhurried, like she’s got all night. Which, technically, she does.

“You like tasting yourself on my tongue, Chloe?” I ask it against her lips.

“Maybe.” She catches my bottom lip in her teeth. “Maybe someday you get to taste yours on me instead.”

That threat nearly finishes me where I lie. “Name the time, baby. I will do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” She pulls back an inch to look at me. There’s a spark in her eyes now, the specific one that means she’s about to try something. “That’s a very big word, Anderson.”

I hesitate for one second, because there’s nothing she could suggest that I wouldn’t agree to. “Yeah. Whatever. Try me.”

“You’d let me tie you up?”

“Tonight? Go get the rope. I’ll clear my morning schedule.”

She laughs. She’s reaching for the wildest thing she can find just to watch me squirm. “Okay. What if I wanted to bring somebody else in⁠—”

“No.”

She blinks up at me. “That was fast.”

“Anything else on this earth, yes. Twice if you ask me nicely. But I will never share you. Not for a second, and not with anybody.” I catch her chin so she knows I’m dead serious. “You’re mine, and I don’t do halves. Congratulations. You found my one limit.”

She’s looking up at me like she likes that answer a hell of a lot more than she meant to. “Noted.”

“Good.” I kiss her again, slower now. Her hand slides down between us and wraps around my cock, and I have to break off the kiss just to breathe. “Careful. I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

“Then don’t.” She strokes me, watching my face. “I want you. Now.”

I don’t pull her over me this time. She’s wrung out, and I want to do the work and be wrapped around her when I do it.

So I roll her onto her side, facing away from me, and fit myself in against her back. One arm slides under her neck, the other drapes over her hip, and I drag her back into me until there’s no space left between us.

“Still with me?” I whisper into her neck.

“Yes.” She reaches back and fists a hand in my hair. “Please, Jack.”

I push into her an inch at a time. The sound she makes goes straight through my chest. I bottom out and hold there, my mouth pressed against her neck, because I’m one wrong twitch from being done already.

“Fuck. There you go.” I get my hand up under the hem of the jersey and take her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she gasps. “This is what I’ve been thinking about all night. My wife, taking me exactly like this. Nobody else gets you like this. Just me.”

I hook one arm under her top leg to hold her open, and she takes all of it, pushing back for more.

“You already came all over my face and you’re still not done, are you? Say it. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”

“I want…” She can’t finish the sentence. “Jack, I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” I slide my hand off her hip and down between her legs, and she jerks back against me at the contact. “You’re giving me one more. I felt that first one. It wasn’t enough for you, and we both know it.” I work her right up to the edge. “Come on. One more, wearing my name, and I’ll come with you.”

She clamps down tight around me, and that’s it. I’m done. There was no chance in hell I’m surviving that. I drive in as deep as she’ll take me and let go, spilling into her while she’s still pulsing around me.

It’s almost too much. How good she feels. The way her body keeps working every last drop out of me like it’s not done with me yet.

I stay buried in her long after, both of us wrecked and breathing hard in the quiet room, and the only coherent thought left in my head is that I want to beg her to go again in five minutes.