history, okay?”
“So you kept them on your desk?”
Anton rolled his eyes. “Stop judging me. Besides, they’re about to come in real fucking handy to fix up that attitude of yours.”
Viviana’s bottom lip was drawn in between her teeth. Desire swam in brown eyes as she hooked her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his back. When her hand squeezed painfully snug around his cock, Anton nearly came on the spot.
“Get on with it, then. Teach me a lesson, Boss.”
“You asked for it, baby.”
Catching her wrist with his one hand and pulling the other from within the confines of his boxer-briefs, Anton pinned Viviana’s arms behind her back. He forced her to lean backwards as he inclined over her beautiful body. With her hands secured tightly in one of his, he grasped at the handcuffs as he kissed a line up her jaw to her mouth.
“Tell me you have keys for those,” she mumbled against his mouth.
Anton chuckled. “And if I don’t?”
Viviana blanched. “But—”
“Of course I do. Relax.” When she did, he kissed the corner of her mouth noisily. “Thank you. Now, let me finish here.”
The desk was made in the old fashioned style with drawers on either end for maximum capacity, though Anton rarely used any. Mostly, the piece of furniture rested in the office for the significance of its age and the people who used it before him. Those unused drawers were about to come in handy.
Hooking the chain that connected the cuffs together around a knob, Anton went about sliding the shackles around each of his wife’s wrists. Tightening the restraints so they hung loose but still snug enough that she’d feel the metal bite against her flesh should she pull forward, Anton was satisfied with his work.
Standing straight, Anton admired the view of Viviana restrained. Her thighs opened, her skirt up, and sex exposed. Glistening folds that were pink and swollen, her flesh flushed from top to toe, black hair fanned out over her trembling shoulders … Hell, she was downright fucking beautiful.
Viviana squirmed under his gaze. “Jesus, you’re just …”
“What?” Anton asked, surprised at the throaty tone his voice had taken on.
“Looking at me.”
Because Viviana was rounded with the life of his child, Anton knew she sometimes felt awkward about her appearance. He completely fucking refused to feed into that nonsense. Her hips had widened, her midsection swelled, and she wore her dresses a little longer than he liked sometimes. She had the best damned legs he’d ever seen. But it only served to fuel his yearning for her more. What Viviana’s body could do for him—what it did do—drove Anton crazy every single moment he was near her.
“Yeah.” Anton let his stare travel up her figure once more. “But there’s something missing, baby.”
Viviana recoiled, seeming hurt. “I—”
“No way. I don’t want to hear a bad thing come out of that mouth. I just want to see all of you.”
Popping open the clasp holding her bra together between the cups, Anton freed Viviana’s breasts. With both hands, he cupped the mounds that were so heavy and hot from her pregnancy. Viviana arched into his hands, a whimper falling from her lips as he tweaked her reddened nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
“Easy,” he warned.
“I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”
Anton smirked, enjoying the dirty look she shot him with.
“Oh, but this is great for me, Vine. Otherwise, you’d be up against me, and he …” Anton said with his hand rolling over her midsection, “would be in the way. That’s not fair to me. I want to see your pussy when I fuck you, watch your eyes roll, and your toes curl. This is so much better.”
“Well hurry up with it, then. After all, you’re going to have an apology to accept, remember, Boss?”
Fuck, he loved that word in her mouth, all demure and sweet.
“Who’s to say he’s not already downstairs waiting?” Anton asked.
Viviana stilled and he took the
“So you kept them on your desk?”
Anton rolled his eyes. “Stop judging me. Besides, they’re about to come in real fucking handy to fix up that attitude of yours.”
Viviana’s bottom lip was drawn in between her teeth. Desire swam in brown eyes as she hooked her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his back. When her hand squeezed painfully snug around his cock, Anton nearly came on the spot.
“Get on with it, then. Teach me a lesson, Boss.”
“You asked for it, baby.”
Catching her wrist with his one hand and pulling the other from within the confines of his boxer-briefs, Anton pinned Viviana’s arms behind her back. He forced her to lean backwards as he inclined over her beautiful body. With her hands secured tightly in one of his, he grasped at the handcuffs as he kissed a line up her jaw to her mouth.
“Tell me you have keys for those,” she mumbled against his mouth.
Anton chuckled. “And if I don’t?”
Viviana blanched. “But—”
“Of course I do. Relax.” When she did, he kissed the corner of her mouth noisily. “Thank you. Now, let me finish here.”
The desk was made in the old fashioned style with drawers on either end for maximum capacity, though Anton rarely used any. Mostly, the piece of furniture rested in the office for the significance of its age and the people who used it before him. Those unused drawers were about to come in handy.
Hooking the chain that connected the cuffs together around a knob, Anton went about sliding the shackles around each of his wife’s wrists. Tightening the restraints so they hung loose but still snug enough that she’d feel the metal bite against her flesh should she pull forward, Anton was satisfied with his work.
Standing straight, Anton admired the view of Viviana restrained. Her thighs opened, her skirt up, and sex exposed. Glistening folds that were pink and swollen, her flesh flushed from top to toe, black hair fanned out over her trembling shoulders … Hell, she was downright fucking beautiful.
Viviana squirmed under his gaze. “Jesus, you’re just …”
“What?” Anton asked, surprised at the throaty tone his voice had taken on.
“Looking at me.”
Because Viviana was rounded with the life of his child, Anton knew she sometimes felt awkward about her appearance. He completely fucking refused to feed into that nonsense. Her hips had widened, her midsection swelled, and she wore her dresses a little longer than he liked sometimes. She had the best damned legs he’d ever seen. But it only served to fuel his yearning for her more. What Viviana’s body could do for him—what it did do—drove Anton crazy every single moment he was near her.
“Yeah.” Anton let his stare travel up her figure once more. “But there’s something missing, baby.”
Viviana recoiled, seeming hurt. “I—”
“No way. I don’t want to hear a bad thing come out of that mouth. I just want to see all of you.”
Popping open the clasp holding her bra together between the cups, Anton freed Viviana’s breasts. With both hands, he cupped the mounds that were so heavy and hot from her pregnancy. Viviana arched into his hands, a whimper falling from her lips as he tweaked her reddened nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
“Easy,” he warned.
“I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”
Anton smirked, enjoying the dirty look she shot him with.
“Oh, but this is great for me, Vine. Otherwise, you’d be up against me, and he …” Anton said with his hand rolling over her midsection, “would be in the way. That’s not fair to me. I want to see your pussy when I fuck you, watch your eyes roll, and your toes curl. This is so much better.”
“Well hurry up with it, then. After all, you’re going to have an apology to accept, remember, Boss?”
Fuck, he loved that word in her mouth, all demure and sweet.
“Who’s to say he’s not already downstairs waiting?” Anton asked.
Viviana stilled and he took the
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