Page 32 of Unruly

Their night was just getting started.

“Say thank you,” he said along the seam of her lips.

“Thank you.”

Cross grinned. “My girl. You almost looked fucked out.”

“Not entirely.”

“Almost, Catherine.”

“Jesus Christ,” Catherine breathed. “God, I missed you.”

“Love you.”

“And that. Always that, Cross.”

Before Catherine could let the relaxed, lovely sensation take over her senses too much and make her want to crawl under the sheets and sleep, she rolled to her stomach. Pushing up to her knees, she flicked her loose waves over her shoulder, let her bare ass rest high, and her upper half arch low.

Catherine shot a look over her shoulder, and grinned at her husband. Cross’s gaze never once left her swaying ass. “Like what you see?”

“You know what I am.”

She sure did.

An ass man.

And a leg man, depending on the day.

But he definitely loved her ass.

Catherine slipped a hand between her thighs, ran two fingers through her slit, and smeared her wetness along her folds. Another little shake of her ass, and Cross’s jaw tightened in the sexiest way when he let out a husky grunt.

“Come on, then.”

“You are testing my control, mia donna.”

My woman.

Catherine let her wet fingers pat against her sex with gentle taps. Just enough to wake her clit up all over again, and make her pussy hot. “Won’t you fuck me now?”

“Haven’t you learned by now that teasing me only makes me insane, Catherine?”

“Actually, it makes it better. I was hoping you might gag me, pull my hair, spank my ass, and fuck me until I can’t breathe. But hey, if that’s a bit much for—”

One of his hands connected with her ass hard. The sting it created was enough to make her move a couple of inches forward on the bed with a hiss.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

Catherine laughed through the ache. “Gag me, Cross. Pull my hair. Spank my—”

She didn’t get anything else out after that. He snagged up the tie that had fallen from his suit on the bed when he picked it up earlier. The bed dipped when he climbed in behind her. She sighed, pleased, as his hard cock pressed into her ass through his boxer-briefs. She couldn’t help but back into him, to tease him just a little bit more. That tie of his was wrapped around her mouth all the way to the back of her head where he wrapped the loose ends of the material around his fist.

Gagged, Catherine smiled.

Cross tugged on the tie, gathered her hair into his fist with the makeshift gag, and pulled harder. “Fuck, I missed my wife. Say it again, Catty.”

Her words were mumbled behind the gag.