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Emery plants her hands on her hips. "My family will be here in two days. We haven't talked about where they'll stay."
"I've made hotel reservations."
"You made a decision without telling me. Again."
Distraction seems like my safest option. I trace the contours of her thighs with my hands, following them down to her knees, then retrace my path back to her hips. "You didn't mind when I decided to carry you into this room without asking."
"That was different." She starts to breathe more heavily as I run my hands up her inner thighs and tease the hairs at the apex with my fingertips. "Stop trying to distract me."
I smile with self-satisfaction, my mission accomplished.
She gives my chest a half-hearted slap. "That won't work, you sneaky, sneaky man. My family is not going to stay in a hotel. I haven't seen them in years. I want them to stay here."
My plan almost worked.
I try a different approach and glance around while pretending to be confused. "I doubt we'll all fit in this bed."
She pokes my chest with her index finger. "Figures when you suddenly decide to be playful, it's because you want to distract and confuse me in order to get your way."
"Am I succeeding?"
She captures my hands, prying them away from her inner thighs, and claps them down on my belly. "Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. MacTaggart. No matter how cute and sexy you are, I am not letting you bamboozle me into having my family stay in a hotel. I want them here with us, in this ginormous castle. This place has enough bedrooms to host an army."
"I hope you're not implying your family has come to destroy me in battle."
"Only if you tick them off." She snakes a hand down to stroke my stiffening slat. "If you agree to let them stay here, I'll make it worth your while."
"In what way?"
"Any way you want." She caresses my length with gentle sweeps of her hand. "Say yes, Rory baby. You have no choice but to bend to my will."
Surrendering to my wife used to sound like the worst sort of pain. But today, with Emery, I can't think of it that way anymore. At least for the moment.
My wife massages my cock with both of her soft hands until it's steel-hard and the head is moist. My body tenses, and I crimp my face—not from pain, but from the intense need to let her have her way with me. I have trouble catching my breath, and I can't stop my hips from rocking up into her strokes. My hands fist in the sheets, though I didn't do that on purpose.
She bends low over me, her breasts swinging in my face, and speaks in the huskiest, most erotic voice I've ever heard. "If you give me what I want, I'll give you what you want."
"Bargaining with your body?" I try to smirk, but the way she's touching me makes it impossible. "Isnae that—too much like—ah God, woman. Yer killing me."
She licks at the seam of my lips. "Say yes, and I'll use my mouth on you. Don't pretend it's not what you want."
I don't want it. I need it. Sucking in a breath, I let the words pour out of me. "Aye, yer family stays here."
"Thank you." She waddles backward until her face hovers above my erection. "I've wanted to taste you since the night we met."
Though I can barely breathe, a coldness rushes through me. "Emery…"
"Please don't tell me no again. You want me to do this, I can tell."
"I do, but—" I swallow hard. "No one has ever touched me this way. Considering how much I want you, ahmno sure I can keep still. Donnae want to hurt you."
"Relax, baby, you won't."
"Better restrain me, just in case."
She sets her hands at either side of my hips. "I am not tying you up. Stop worrying and tell me yes or no. Do you want this?"
Yes, I fucking want this. But I might lose control, like I did yesterday in my office. As I gaze at my wife—my sensual, adventurous, understanding wife—I remember last night and the way we'd shagged on my desk. Maybe losing control isn't a bad thing. And Emery wants to do this. For me.
