multitasking, then?”
More than anything, he loved when his wife turned a little sarcastic and combative. It turned him on like nothing else. Just his cock alone was throbbing under the black slacks he wore, but every other inch of his body thrummed with the need and want to take her hard and fast.
Viviana knew what she was doing to him, no doubt about it.
“What happened to my wife today?” Anton asked, teasing the words along the line of his wife’s throat as she tilted her head back. The taste of her flesh on his tongue was positively immoral. Sweet as heaven and as tantalizing as sin. “Barging into my office like she owns the place. Throwing a tantrum. Demanding answers. Questioning what I do with my money. Testing my patience every step of the way, Viviana. Being a goddamn little brat .”
To punctuate his words, he added another finger to Viviana’s soaked core, allowing his thumb to flick up and press harshly along the hood of her clit. Spreading his fingers on the withdrawal, Anton stretched her sex, wanting to make her feel full and opened for only him. Shuddering with the sexiest cry, Viviana clenched around his digits.
“An-Anton.” Viviana stuttered over her words and air. When her legs opened so fucking wide, giving him the sexiest view of his fingers sinking into the slick flesh of her sex, he knew she was close. “Oh, God, please …” Without warning, he pulled away, withdrawing his fingers completely from Viviana’s pulsing pussy. “ No !”
Chuckling, Anton hooked her shaking legs around his hips as he took in her frustrated, flustered appearance.
“Being a brat,” he repeated darkly. “Perhaps my brigadier was right, baby.”
“W-what?”
“Maybe I should yank on your leash a bit harder.”
Anton didn’t miss the sound of her fingernails scratching against the oak wood of the desk as her tiny hands balled into fists. Indignant, Viviana huffed as she glared at him with her teeth bared.
“Would you like that?” Anton asked mischievously, lifting a brow in contemplation. “If I put you in your place a little more and made you understand who the boss really was here?”
“Oh …” Viviana drawled the word out coyly, her pretty pink lips curving into a sneer. “I think we both know who that is, Boss .”
Anton couldn’t hide the satisfied grin overtaking his features. “We do, huh?”
“Yep, and she goes by Mrs . Viviana Avdonin, now.”
“Oh, you evil—”
Anton’s words were cut off by something silver catching the line of his peripherals. Glinting under the lights in his office, the smooth metal had his more wicked desires raging. Those handcuffs represented something entirely different to Anton.
Like freedom and the loss of it. The very first time he’d experienced it had been in those cuffs. Locking his wife down with the same restraints that had once been used on him had Anton’s dick twitching.
Anton said nothing as Viviana worked the button and zipper on his slacks, tugging down the fabric around his thighs before her hand slipped into his boxer-briefs. She pumped his shaft with a rhythm that was sure to make him ache if she kept it up. A smile played at the edges of her mouth.
“You’re thinking a little too hard about something up there. I can smell the smoke.”
Whatever worries Anton might have had about trying the handcuffs on his smartass wife disappeared out the window. When he reached for the restraints dangling off the side of a lamp on the desk, Anton heard Viviana’s breath hitch. “I won’t if you—”
“I know. I just haven’t ever noticed them before.”
Anton laughed deeply. “Sentimental, baby. They were from my very first arrest.”
Viviana stared at him before she burst into giggles. “That’s so inappropriate it shouldn’t even be cute.”
“Cute?”
“Very,” Viviana said.
Anton felt his nerves grow under her attention. “Fuck, stop looking at me like that. Like I said, it’s sentimental, baby. A part of my
More than anything, he loved when his wife turned a little sarcastic and combative. It turned him on like nothing else. Just his cock alone was throbbing under the black slacks he wore, but every other inch of his body thrummed with the need and want to take her hard and fast.
Viviana knew what she was doing to him, no doubt about it.
“What happened to my wife today?” Anton asked, teasing the words along the line of his wife’s throat as she tilted her head back. The taste of her flesh on his tongue was positively immoral. Sweet as heaven and as tantalizing as sin. “Barging into my office like she owns the place. Throwing a tantrum. Demanding answers. Questioning what I do with my money. Testing my patience every step of the way, Viviana. Being a goddamn little brat .”
To punctuate his words, he added another finger to Viviana’s soaked core, allowing his thumb to flick up and press harshly along the hood of her clit. Spreading his fingers on the withdrawal, Anton stretched her sex, wanting to make her feel full and opened for only him. Shuddering with the sexiest cry, Viviana clenched around his digits.
“An-Anton.” Viviana stuttered over her words and air. When her legs opened so fucking wide, giving him the sexiest view of his fingers sinking into the slick flesh of her sex, he knew she was close. “Oh, God, please …” Without warning, he pulled away, withdrawing his fingers completely from Viviana’s pulsing pussy. “ No !”
Chuckling, Anton hooked her shaking legs around his hips as he took in her frustrated, flustered appearance.
“Being a brat,” he repeated darkly. “Perhaps my brigadier was right, baby.”
“W-what?”
“Maybe I should yank on your leash a bit harder.”
Anton didn’t miss the sound of her fingernails scratching against the oak wood of the desk as her tiny hands balled into fists. Indignant, Viviana huffed as she glared at him with her teeth bared.
“Would you like that?” Anton asked mischievously, lifting a brow in contemplation. “If I put you in your place a little more and made you understand who the boss really was here?”
“Oh …” Viviana drawled the word out coyly, her pretty pink lips curving into a sneer. “I think we both know who that is, Boss .”
Anton couldn’t hide the satisfied grin overtaking his features. “We do, huh?”
“Yep, and she goes by Mrs . Viviana Avdonin, now.”
“Oh, you evil—”
Anton’s words were cut off by something silver catching the line of his peripherals. Glinting under the lights in his office, the smooth metal had his more wicked desires raging. Those handcuffs represented something entirely different to Anton.
Like freedom and the loss of it. The very first time he’d experienced it had been in those cuffs. Locking his wife down with the same restraints that had once been used on him had Anton’s dick twitching.
Anton said nothing as Viviana worked the button and zipper on his slacks, tugging down the fabric around his thighs before her hand slipped into his boxer-briefs. She pumped his shaft with a rhythm that was sure to make him ache if she kept it up. A smile played at the edges of her mouth.
“You’re thinking a little too hard about something up there. I can smell the smoke.”
Whatever worries Anton might have had about trying the handcuffs on his smartass wife disappeared out the window. When he reached for the restraints dangling off the side of a lamp on the desk, Anton heard Viviana’s breath hitch. “I won’t if you—”
“I know. I just haven’t ever noticed them before.”
Anton laughed deeply. “Sentimental, baby. They were from my very first arrest.”
Viviana stared at him before she burst into giggles. “That’s so inappropriate it shouldn’t even be cute.”
“Cute?”
“Very,” Viviana said.
Anton felt his nerves grow under her attention. “Fuck, stop looking at me like that. Like I said, it’s sentimental, baby. A part of my
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