“My dad died when I was eight, and I acted out a lot afterward. I realize now that was the worst time in her life to be such a handful. The bitterness probably started there. She got remarried when I was twelve, and he decided the best way to cure my attitude was to beat it out of me, every day for years until the school finally stepped in. She kicked him out instead of facing charges or losing custody, but never did she let me forget that she was only keeping me because it was the Christian thing to do. In other words, she didn’t want the people at church talking bad about her.”
“You’re such a strong and beautiful woman.” He couldn’t express how proud he was of her. In spite of everything, she’d thrived, and even when she spoke about the woman who tormented her, she did so with calm acceptance. “Oh, and you’re smart and funny too,” he added. “I like those things.”
She smiled wryly and turned away, picking up the card and stuffed it back in her purse. “I hope so since you’re stuck with me.”
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her back against him, refusing to allow her any space. “Mmm, sticky things do make me happy.”
She pressed a small bottle into his palm. “Then you’re about to be delighted.”
“What’s this?”
“It’s a gel that makes you look all shiny.”
He raised his eyebrows at her as she moved away. “And I want to look shiny, why?”
“You promised me a dance,” she explained, settling into the only chair in the room. “It’s time for you to pay up.” Tristan turned the bottle over in his hands, torn between horrified and turned on. A thousand ideas crowded his brain at once. He could tease Riley. All he needed to do was make an ass of himself for a short few minutes, and then he’d be inside her. Tristan was hard already. She didn’t stare at him, awaiting his decision. It was obvious she already expected to get her way. He set the bottle aside. Riley had a music app pulled up on her phone, searching for a song. When she found one, Tristan groaned. He didn’t know if it was worse that he’d never heard it before.
One heated look from Riley was all it took. Tristan whipped his shirt over his head. A cat-call rent the air, and Riley clapped, practically bouncing in her seat. His hands went to the button on his jeans. Riley booed.
“Come on, Tristan. You have to move slow, work the hips a little.” A spike of mischief ran though him. He popped the button. Riley sighed. “Sheesh. Have you never gotten a lap dance before?” She came to her feet. “I see this is going to have to wait until you’ve had a few lessons.” She gestured toward the chair. “Sit down.” Her sinful expression had Tristan’s feet moving and his mouth watering. Once he settled in, a devilish smile twisted her lips. An unholy light entered her eyes. “This is how it’s done,” Riley said, her voice dripping with seduction.
Her fingers skimmed the hem of her shirt, lifting it enough to expose a hint of tanned skin before falling back into place. Her hips moved in time with the music. Tristan’s gaze, mind, and body were held captive by the vision she presented. The patch of bare skin appeared once more, except this time it grew until a hint of red lace appeared. Tristan drew in a deep breath. His dick was trying to push its way out of his jeans. Her shirt disappeared. The blood left his brain to join efforts with his cock. His feet went numb. Riley’s bra straps slid down her arms before the scrap of lace joined her shirt on the floor. Tristan’s fingers ached, making him realize his hands were clenched into tight fists. It was the only option he had besides reaching for her, and Tristan really wanted her to continue. Riley’s gorgeous breasts swayed, keeping time with the rest of her body. She squeezed them. Pressure crawled up his member. He hissed at the sensation. A low chuckle left her lips. One hipbone appeared, and then the other as Riley pushed her skirt down. Gravity took over, pulling the long material to the floor.
Riley stepped over the pile, dancing her way closer. A muscle in his chest jumped as he fought against the need to drag her into his lap. He could almost feel her tight channel squeezing his cock. The flavor of her tongue filled his mind, making his stomach growl. The panties went the way of the skirt, leaving Riley nude. Cupping her sex, Riley turned her chin to the ceiling, moaning in delight. He almost came right then. Every muscle in his body was taut, drawn up in a state of anticipation he’d never known before. Without realizing it was going to happen, Tristan snagged Riley’s waist, hauling her close.
With a giggle, Riley braced her hands on his shoulders. With their gazes locked, Riley straddled his hips. She hovered an inch above his aching cock. Her hips teased him with the promise of satisfaction, but she didn’t relent. Finding the globes of her ass with his hands, Tristan squeezed. The moment their skin made contact, Riley moaned and chill bumps rose on her skin, making him realize she was every bit as turned on as him. Perhaps she held the advantage, but he wasn’t without weapons.
“I bet you’re soaking wet,” he taunted. “Let’s find out.” Trailing the tips of his fingers along her crack, he shaped her lines until finding his prize. Her juices coated his fingers. Lust made his lids heavy. His nostrils flared, as he fought against his need to dominate. A shameless grin stretched her lips. “I was right. You’re going to leave a wet spot on the front of my jeans. I think you should let me lick you clean instead.”
Riley smirked. “There’s a lot of naughty hidden inside you, Mr. Daniels.”
“You have no idea, Mrs. Daniels.”
Riley froze. A blissful expression touched her features. “I never thought a name could sound so sexy.” Using his strength against her, Tristan drew her forward, until the apex of her thighs hit his abs. The sensation forced his eyes closed for a second as he absorbed the heat of her dripping pussy. “Oh God, Tristan.”
His eyes opened. The flush of Riley’s cheeks and unfocused eyes made him want to crow in triumph, but he wasn’t finished.
“Your body is so responsive. With the lightest touch, you’re on the edge.” To prove his point, Tristan flexed the muscles in his stomach and rocked against her, making Riley pant. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve lain awake, dreaming up ways to pleasure you.”
Riley never took anything lying down. Today was no exception. “Did you touch yourself as you schemed? How many times did I bring you to completion?”
His cock leaked. “Nightly,” he answered honestly. “You been playing in my head and my bed since the moment we met. I’m obsessed with you.”
Her arms encircled his neck. “Tell me what I did that you enjoyed the most? Let’s see if I can make it real.”
At some point Tristan had begun playing with Riley’s clit. A fact he didn’t realize until she trembled beneath his touch. Pleasing her came naturally to him. “You loved me. That’s what I enjoyed the most.”
Riley’s gaze, which had been slowly turning inward as he toyed with her body, snapped back into focus at his answer. Her voice came out in a whisper. “You always know what to say to make me want to give you the world.”
“Too late. You did that when you married me.” It was the truth. He’d been empty when they’d met, and Riley had filled every gaping hole in his life with her impish spirit. She gave him purpose, and damn, she kept him turned on. His body had been an inferno that grew with every touch.
“I want to give you more.” Untangling herself from his hold, Riley slithered down his body. Her lips touched the center of his chest before her tongue shot out, scraping his skin. “Did you memorize that dance routine?” she asked, moving lower. “You’re going to have to repeat it,” she warned, before licking her juices from his stomach. Her lids fell closed for a moment before she met his gaze once more. “We taste delicious together. His cock twitched, crying out for relief. Riley looked sexy as sin on her knees between his thighs. She slid his zipper down, freeing his erection. A drop of pre-cum escaped and rolled down his shaft. Riley’s hungry stare followed it. The pain was back in his fingers. He forcibly unclenched his hands, and pried his teeth apart to praise her.
“You make me ache. I’ve never met anyone
as beautiful as you.” Her fingers encircled his erection. His muscles jerked.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He couldn’t think. No matter how hard he tried, Tristan couldn’t grasp a single thought. “You asked—” Her mouth opened over his cock, choking off his words. Every nerve ending in his dick screamed in pleasure as his crown slid across the roof of her mouth before bumping the back of her throat. His chin hit his chest. Even as the pleasure threatened to pull his eyes closed, Tristan forced them to remain open. He didn’t want to miss a second of watching Riley suck him off. He brushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes met his as she curled her tongue around him. Every taste bud shaped his erection before she swallowed his dick. His ass checks clenched as he moved to meet her. Riley let him slip almost completely from her mouth before repeating the motion. He pumped against her. Pressure and pleasure, bordering on painful, beat at his erection. Riley’s throat squeezed him, milking him.
With one hand buried in her hair, Tristan fucked her willing mouth. When Riley reached between her legs, stroking her folds as if she could no longer resist the temptation, Tristan exploded. The orgasm knocked the wind from his lungs, stealing his breath. Riley didn’t relent. Her throat worked as she swallowed every drop and dragged every pulse of ecstasy from him. Instead of feeling drained, Tristan was revitalized. Being with Riley was more than a rush of adrenaline. He shot to his feet, snatching her off her knees and tossing her onto the bed before a heartbeat passed. A squeak of surprise escaped Riley. Following her onto the mattress, he crawled between her knees, hooking them on his forearms as he went.
“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m going to eat you until the bed is covered in your juices and scratches cover my back. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, and then until your voice is gone.” The tip of Tristan’s tongue parted her nether lips, and then he kept his word.
***
They stayed an extra week in South Carolina, enjoying their time alone. He hated going back to work, but Tristan also knew things were piling up and he couldn’t call in a guest to cover for him forever. He wasn’t back to work two hours before Riley turned up at his office. At the first glimpse of her, he was amazed by how much he’d missed her during that short amount of time. The two weeks they’d spent alone without the interruption of the world had spoiled him.
“You forgot your phone.” Riley waved the device at him before setting it on top of his paperwork. Tristan didn’t bother looking at it.
“That explains why it’s been so quiet this morning.”
Circling the desk, Riley leaned her hip against the edge. She eyed the open Bible and page of notes in front of him. She snorted.
“I imagine you’ve gotten more accomplished in this short span of silence than you have in a long time. You should leave it behind more often.”
He rolled his chair closer until Riley was trapped between his knees. Her lids lowered until she watched him through hooded eyes. A dimple appeared in one of her cheeks. In that moment, he would’ve paid any amount to know her thoughts. Water filled his mouth even before his palms touched her hips, sliding upward and spanning her waist.
“You’re right. I should leave it at home more often, especially if getting to see you in the middle of the day is my reward.” Riley didn’t respond, but her knuckles whitened as her grip tightened on the edge of the desk. She wasn’t unaffected. He eyed her button-down shirt. The top two buttons had been left undone, showing a hint of cleavage.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asked, coming to his feet and boxing her in with his arms. Riley touched his waist. The warmth of her palms seeped through his shirt and into his skin. For a moment, he hated the clothes standing between them. Two weeks wasn’t enough time alone. Riley made Tristan greedy. If they never saw another soul, he’d be complete.
“I’m the lucky one. You, on the other hand, are the one stuck with an out of control wife.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Tristan touched his lips to the skin showing at her collarbone. A moan rent the air. It took a minute for Tristan to realize the sound came from him. Riley’s breath hitched. The sound stoked his need. He popped two more buttons loose. With his gaze locked on the newly bared skin, he waited to see what Riley would do. When she didn’t try to stop him, he undid a third.
“Now would be the time to tell me no,” he warned.
“No.”
His belt hit the floor. He’d never felt her loosening it. She was good. He had Riley out of her shirt and bra in a matter of seconds. As her nipple scraped his tongue, a door slammed. They both froze.
“You around, Brother Daniels?”
“It’s Hunter,” Riley mouthed. Scrambling for cover, she crawled beneath his desk. Tristan tried smoothing down his hair. The erection tenting his pants wouldn’t subside. He quickly reclaimed his chair before Hunter rounded the corner.
“There you are. How was the honeymoon?”
“It was great. Thanks.” Tristan’s voice came out sounding unnaturally loud. He tried reeling it back in. “How did things go around here?” Riley’s palm slid up his cock. He jumped. Hunter’s gaze moved over his face, as if searching for the cause of Tristan’s distress.
“Things have been pretty quiet. I just wanted to run by and drop off a list of the security upgrades I’ve been working on while you were gone. I also added a few ideas I had for both your house and the church. I’d like to go over it once you’re settled in, and had some time to catch up.”
His zipper slid down. Tristan gripped the arms of the chair. “Sure. Just leave them with me and I’ll take a look.” With a nod, Hunter dropped the list on Tristan’s desk. He hesitated.
“I saw Riley’s car out front.”
Cool air touched his member before Riley’s mouth closed around it. It took all of Tristan’s control not to pump against her willing mouth. “Um. Yeah. She was parked behind me this morning, so I just took her car.” Riley rolled his balls between her fingers. Her tongue swiped at this slit.
“Funny. Your truck is out front as well.”
Tristan blinked. At best, he had nothing. At worst, he had nothing. Hunter tapped his knuckles on the desk. Riley startled. His dick hit the back of her throat. He swallowed down a moan.
“Well. I guess I’ll let you get on with your day. I just wanted to stop by while I had the chance.”
Tristan cleared his throat, doing his best not to pant. “Thanks for everything. I’ll take a look at all this as soon as I get a chance.”
“All right. Catch you later.” With a dip of his chin, Hunter headed for the door. Before he stepped through, he paused. “When Riley comes up for air, please let her know that we’re all keeping an eye out for her. She doesn’t have to be scared.”
“Aww, thanks Hunter,” Riley called from her spot between Tristan’s knees. Hunter’s chuckle followed him down the hall. Tristan’s forehead hit the desk. No doubt about it, Riley was a tidal wave of temptation sweeping away all of his good sense.
***
They made it longer than Riley anticipated. She’d been on edge since the moment they returned from their honeymoon. Everywhere she went, she expected Graham to turn up. Adam had sent Billy packing, just to ease Riley’s mind. Of course, Billy worked so hard, the extended trip to visit a friend in Vegas was something she’d been needing for a while. Riley would never be able to repay the amazing people she’d met since moving to town.
When Graham finally struck, it was almost a relief. She just never expected it to happen in church. The place was overflowing with people. That’s the only excuse she had for why she didn’t see him coming. Graham was standing over her before she realized he was there. Riley’s heart slammed against the wall of her chest.
“You look amazing.”
She blanched. Without thought, her gaze immediately sought Tristan. He’d been speaking for ten minutes before Graham’s arrival, which meant every eye was now on them. He was going to do it, literally before G
od and everyone. She had a new respect for that saying.
“May I sit with you?”
Riley didn’t answer. She tried looking in every direction but his. Tristan didn’t hesitate. It didn’t matter that he was mid-sermon, he still moved to intervene. After all, the spectacle had already begun.
Berta beat him to the punch. “This seat is taken,” she said, slamming her Bible down beside her. “It’s God’s seat.”
Emma May cut in. “Oh, for goodness sake! Berta let the man sit down.”
“Shush, little girl. The adults are speaking.” At Berta’s admonishment, Riley thought Emma would explode. Her face flushed red, mottled with her rage.
“Quit being a bitch, Miss Berta.”
Berta smiled. “My, my, those true colors are bleeding through now. I like you better like this, but still.” Her voice hardened again as she turned her ire Graham’s way. “I don’t give up God’s seat for anyone, especially not some lowdown bastard who’s trying to move in on my granddaughter-in-law.”
Tristan swept the Bible from the bench, and filled the spot next to Riley. He slung his arm over her shoulders, openly challenging Graham with his presence. “We need to have a serious discussion about the language used in God’s house,” he muttered as he settled in, making Riley smile in spite of everything happening around her.
Graham snorted. “This is honestly who you chose to marry? Does he make you kneel in prayer after sucking his dick?”
“Don’t talk to her. Seriously. About anything. I’m tired of hearing you speak.” Tristan’s voice had taken on a mean edge she’d never heard him use before, but Riley was just getting started.
“Oh. I do a lot of kneeling and chanting, but it has nothing to do with prayer.”
“Best church service ever,” Adam said from somewhere behind Riley, pulling her focus his way. He was smiling like an idiot and switching his attention between all parties involved like he was watching a tennis match rather than witnessing one of the most humiliating moments of Riley’s life.
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