Page 81 of Taken In Trade
Vanessa
Uh-oh.
I think I teased too hard.
Everything from Moretti’s desk hits the ground, and the noise makes me question my life choices.
“You’re dangerous.” His hands land on my hips, lifting me and laying me down across the cool, dark wood.
My dress snags around my hips, and I’m sure he has a perfect view of my panties. They’re probably in questionable shape after what Magnum and I did in the bathroom at the restaurant. I could be embarrassed about that, but my husband is going to have to learn to share. Spreading my legs just a little wider, I pray my thighs aren’t blocking the view.
Everyone always thinks I weigh a lot less than I actually do, but that’s a combination of having a slender face and long torso. My bottom half has always been where I carry the majority of my weight.
“A goddamn menace, that’s what you are,” he growls, and his forearm lands next to my head as he stretches over me. “Gorgeous, but you’re pure fucking trouble. I knew how risky it was to steal you from Grigoryan. I weighed the pros and cons.Not even knowing people would die on both sides could stop me from making you mine.”
My heart races as I stare into his blue eyes. I never thought of how this would impact anyone other than me, but he knew the trouble it would cause in Boston, and he still married me.
Shit.
I’m not a very good person.
My insides light up.
He wanted me no matter the cost, and he made me his.
No one has ever made a stand for me.
He snags my lower lip between his teeth and swirls his tongue around it before kissing me breathless. His hand snakes up my thigh and under my panties while I’m still too lost to the kiss to do much.
He’s way too talented at pleasing a woman.
Part of me is annoyed by how much experience he must have, while the rest is thankful he knows exactly how to make my body hum. It’s hard to be sure what he’s doing, but it feels like he’s teasing my clit with his thumb while working two fingers in and out of my core.
His beard scratches my cheek as he fucks his tongue into my mouth, and I’m terrified that he’ll try to get away.
I wanted him so badly in the restaurant, but he left me to Magnum. Working my hands between us, I focus on unbuttoning his shirt. It’s incredibly tempting to try to rip it open, but I have no idea if he has backup clothes here at the club. I eventually get the dress shirt open, frowning when my hand brushes over his undershirt rather than bare skin.
Jesus.
How many layers does this man have on?
I’m in my dress, panties, and heels.
That’s it.
At least I’m making some progress on getting him naked, and I refocus on his belt and pants. I smile as I succeed, not hesitating to shove my fingers down the front of his boxer briefs.
Shit.
I need longer arms.
I’m barely able to brush the first few inches of his cock. It’s better than nothing, so I wrap my fingers around his length, jerking him as much as I can. He’s thick and so hard, and I’m sure having him inside me would be life-changing.
His electric scent makes me floaty, and I whimper as he stretches his fingers, twisting them in and out of my pussy.
He breaks from the kiss and nuzzles his nose against mine.
“You smell so fucking good. Every time I breathe you in…” His head shakes. “It’s like I’m high off your scent.” He tugs the top of my dress until my breasts pop out, and he growls, low and feral. “I hope you understand what you’re getting when you let me inside you.”
