Page 127 of My Husband Problem

She presses my finger deeper. “I’m glad. But that’s not enough for me. I want all of you.”

As always, my cock is throbbing, being with her like this, and those words make heat surge through me.

“Christ, you are so fucking incredible,” I tell her, sliding my finger out and then adding the second at her entrance. It will be more of a stretch, and she’s willing. She widens her thighs, her hips lifting toward me, even as I simply circle her entrance.

“You going to let me stretch you?” I ask, easing in to just my first knuckle. “Do you want to take more of me, Gorgeous?”

“God yes,” she practically whimpers.

I lean over and kiss her. She’s covered from the waist up, the fitted cream-colored tailored vest buttoned over her gorgeous breasts, her hair only slightly mussed from the perfect wave she put in it in front of the bathroom mirror at home. She’s going to have to reapply her lipstick, but I’ve been careful not to mess up the rest of her makeup.

From the waist up, she looks like the perfect wealthy, classy, in-charge hockey team owner that the press is expecting, and that I know her to be.

But waist down, she is the hot, wanton, needy woman that makes my entire body hard, my pulse race, and every one of my filthy dreams come true.

“That’s my girl,” I say, my voice gravelly as I slide both fingers into her slick tightness.

She hisses out a long breath but then smiles up at me. “That feels good.”

“You feel like heaven,” I tell her.

Just then there’s a knock on the door.

She jumps slightly, and I press my fingers a little deeper, giving her a wicked grin.

The door is locked tight, and everyone knows we’re in here together.

I brush my thumb over her clit. “Answer them,” I tell her softly.

“Yes?” she calls.

“There are a couple of reporters looking for you.” Nora’s voice comes through the door. “And the crawfish boil is starting. People are waiting for you.”

I ease my fingers out and then back in and circle Astrid’s clit again.

She moans softly then calls out, “We’ll be there in a minute.”

I press a little more firmly on her clit. “A minute? There’s my Firework.”

Her hands fly up to cover her face as she giggles.

“Start the boil without us!” she adds.

I flick over her clit in reward.

“Okay, see you down there,” Nora replies.

“We should hurry,” I say, moving my fingers in and out, so pleased she takes the stretch.

“I don’t want to,” she tells me softly. “Declan?”

I brace my unoccupied hand on the desk next to her hip and lean in, pressing my lips to her neck. “We can’t leave everyone waiting.”

“But I want you.”

“You have me.” I move my hand, reminding her.

She pulls back, her eyes meeting mine. “I meanallof you.”