Author: P Hana

Page 31


He quickly unbuttons them, sliding them down over my hips along with my panties. He takes the papers I didn’t realize I was still holding out of my hand, setting them on the desk. Then he lifts me to sit on top of them, spreads my legs wide, lowers his head, and buries his face between my wide-open thighs.

“Oh, God,” I moan, holding on to his hair.

“Not God, Myla,” he growls against my pussy, his teeth and tongue bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Kai!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes closed.

“Who’s your husband, Myla?” he growls, burying two fingers inside me.

“Oh, God.”

A loud slap sounds in the room as a sting tingles the skin of my thigh. My eyes fly open and I look down at him.

“Not God. Who’s your husband?”

“You are.”

“What’s my name?” he demands.

“Kai,” I whimper as his fingers move more quickly, curling up to hit my G-spot.

“Oh yeah.” His mouth latches on to my clit, and I feel my body light up as my orgasm rocks through me.

My clit pulses in beat with my rapid heart rate. I squeeze my legs together as my thighs begin to shake with the intensity of every feeling coursing through my body. I look down at him as he lifts his mouth away. Then he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. I take a trembling breath, and my body relaxes back onto the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning over me, taking my mouth in a deep kiss before I have a chance to answer.

“Awesome,” I whisper when he pulls away.

He helps me sit forward, pulls my shirt off over my head, and then unhooks my bra, tossing them both to the floor. He then chuckles, leaning me back against the desk when he realizes that my body is of no use to me right now. I hear the soft whoosh of material and open my eyes just in time to see his shirt hit the floor. I look back up at him, and his hand lowers to his pants, undoing his belt and button then sliding them down. For the first time, I see how truly beautiful all of him is as his cock springs free then bounces against his lower belly.

He wraps his hand around his girth and pumps up and down, with his eyes locked on me. “Open up,” he grunts as his hand runs up the back of my calf then up over my knee, pulling my legs apart.

I spread my legs, and he hooks his arms under my knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My legs wrap around his hips as my thumb runs over my oversensitive clit, making me jump.

“Easy, love,” he whispers as I feel the head of his cock sliding over my clit then down, and I feel the crown press in as his head lifts and his eyes lock on mine. He slowly slides inside me. “TU Kai,” he rumbles, sliding out then back in. My thighs wrap tighter around him, and my hips lift off the desk so I can take him deeper.

“Yes,” I hiss as his hands go under my ass and lift me into each of his thrusts.

I move my hands up over his abs, feeling the strength under my palms then sliding them farther up over his chest and around his neck. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up.

“I’m going to come again,” I whimper.

His mouth comes down on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss him back then feel the waves of another orgasm close in, so I turn my head and, without thinking, sink my teeth into his shoulder. He roars as his hips jerk before planting himself deep inside me. I wrap my legs and arms tighter around him, not wanting to lose the connection. Not yet.

“Are you okay?” I whisper after a moment.

His head comes away from my neck, and his eyes lock on mine. “I had no idea,” he says after another moment of silence.

“No idea what?”

“No idea that, when I married you, I would end up with this.” He presses deeper into me. “I knew when I told you we should try to make this work that I wanted it to, but I didn’t realize how important it was going to become to me. The idea of being without you is almost unbearable.”

His soft-spoken confession causes warmth to spread deeper, but then I realize what set him off.

“I forgot all about you being served. I’ve been so caught up with us that I haven’t even thought about anything,” I confess, watching as understanding fills his eyes.

“They’re ruined now,” he smiles, and I realize that the papers are still under me and covered in us.

“Ewww.” I frown.

“We just consummated our marriage on our divorce papers.”

“That’s very caveman-ish.” I shake my head.

His smile softens, and his eyes search mine. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy.” I run my fingers through his hair, and his eyes turn lazy.

“We need to get just enough clothes on to make it to our bedroom.”

“Why?” I ask, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

“Because we’re going to spend the rest of the day in it making up for lost time.” His head dips and he licks up my neck. “I really need to be better acquainted with my wife’s body.”

“Okay,” I breathe, pressing my thighs tighter around his hips.

“Hold on, love.” He nips my neck and leans back, watching my face as he slides out. The endearment causes those ribbons of warmth to wrap tighter around me.

“Oh no.” I close my eyes and cover my face. “No, no, no…” I shake my head. I can’t believe how stupid we were.

“Myla, what is it?” He pulls my hands away from my face and looks down at me, frowning.

“We didn’t use protection, and my birth control ran out.”

“We did use protection.” He smiles before pulling out completely.

I watch him pull the condom off, tie the end, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it away. I let out a silent, Thank God. This situation between us is complicated enough, and I cannot imagine adding kids as a factor.

I let out a breath and sit up, watching as he fixes his pants before coming back to me with his shirt. He opens it up, helping me put it on. He leans in, and his fingers go under my chin, tilting my head back and locking his gaze with mine.

“I would like you to get back on birth control. I almost didn’t remember to use a condom, and I have a feeling it’s going to be difficult to stay prepared.” His hands run up my inner thighs before curling around my waist.

I think about how amazing it felt having him in me and how much better it would be if we didn’t have anything between us, and my legs tighten.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes. “I can imagine it too, sliding into you, feeling your hot, wet heat strangling my cock while your nails dig into my back.”