The sharp crack of his palm against her wet ass sounded like a gunshot in the bathroom. He couldn’t resist doing it when she reached for her towel. Her ass was just so tempting.
“Hey!”
“Buck up, buttercup. This is just the beginning.”
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she warned him.
“Oh, being feisty, are we?”
“I had a dream you were going to spank me and our—one of those small people we won’t mention right now—interrupted me.”
“You haven’t been in trouble lately.”
“Oh, I need to be bad? I can arrange that. I was always good at being bad.”
He grabbed his own towel, paused in front of her, pressed his lips to hers and murmured, “And always bad at being good, but if you want a good spanking, all you have to do is ask,” against them.
“And you will do your duty as a good husband and discipline your wife.”
“Damn, I like the sound of that.” Max finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist as his wife moved to the vanity and grabbed a hairdryer. “Meet you at the breakfast table.”
“Make sure you make lots of carbs, Max. You’re going to need them,” she called out as he left the bathroom. “Along with loads of caffeine so you don’t fall asleep.”
“Got it. Coffee and French toast coming right up.” With a grin, he took one last glance at Amanda standing in front of the mirror totally naked, drying her hair. And then he forced himself to get dressed and make them breakfast.
* * *
“Just so you know, when I see you later all hot and handsome in your dress uniform riding on the back of that convertible, I’m going to remember this moment and have a mini-orgasm.”
The metal cuffs rattled. “This only rates a mini?”
“Well, I don’t want to be too obvious when I have it. I only want you to think about me having it as you’re up there waving at the citizens that you protect and serve.”
“That’s evil.”
Amanda grinned as she rose up on his cock and paused at the very top. “Then you can punish me later.” She slid back down slowly, knowing it was torturing him to go at that pace.
Max blew out a loud breath.
Being a type-A, purely alpha male of both the cop and Marine variety, he rarely let her cuff him to the bed. And before he did, he’d checked three times to make sure a cuff key was taped behind the headboard where he could reach it.
But since she was currently riding his cock, he had no complaints about being restrained. In fact, he had welcomed it so he could do it to her later. She was fine with him doing it to her, too, since she trusted him one hundred percent. And the man had some mad skills in bed.
Another reason she wore his ring.
But right now, she was in control, even though his legs weren’t bound in any manner and it wouldn’t take him long to get free if he was determined to shift that control.
She wouldn’t complain about that, either. She loved when her husband went all caveman on her. Gripping her hair and ripping her head back, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks and then fucking her so hard, she could hardly catch her breath.
Hell yesssss...
Max groaned as that thought had made her clench tight while she ground herself against his lap, driving his cock deeper.
He bent his knees and planted his feet into the mattress, tilting her forward. Without a word between them, she knew what he wanted. Sliding her hands over his still hot-as-hell chest and up his well-defined, restrained arms pulled over his head, she leaned forward until one of her nipples was barely touching his lips. She slid the tip along the seam of his mouth, tempting him.
He resisted for only a second before a little growl escaped him and he captured it, sucking it hard. It was like his lips pulled a sensual string connected from her nipple all the way to her pussy, and she tightened around him again as she lifted and fell.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled against her flesh.
“No talking. Keep doing... Yesss... that.” Their eyes connected as he continued to wreak havoc on her sanity. Those crystal blue eyes had caught her attention so long ago, and still made her melt as she stared into them.
Gripping his wrists, she began to move faster and in response, his attention to her breasts turned rougher. Nipping, sucking, scraping, licking.
God, she loved when he gave her breasts his full attention. He had control of those while she kept control of his cock, using it to work herself to a crescendo.
“Max,” she whimpered, unable to stop her eyes from closing to just lose herself in the pleasure he was giving and she was taking.
A sharp bite made her open her eyes. And, again, no words were needed. They knew each other that well. She locked hers with his again and continued to ride him hard and fast. His attention to her nipples became more intense and he tensed beneath her.
He was close.
Luckily, so was she.
“Max,” she whimpered again, struggling to keep her eyes on his as the pressure built within her, within him. His cock got even harder as he most likely struggled to wait on her.
But he didn’t have to wait long.
She cried out as her pussy pulsated around his twitching cock. They managed to come at the same time and she kept riding him, but slowed the pace until she was done, he was done and the only thing left was their heavy breathing and racing hearts.
As he released her peaked nipple, she collapsed on him with a satisfied smile, not caring his body was damp with sweat, because so was hers.
That just gave them another excuse to share the shower before they both headed off to the Christmas Parade.
Chapter Two Marc & Leah
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