A Dash of Desire (Spiced Life #2) (17 page)

“You should see what I usually get for Christmas,” Riley said, sounding amused.

He couldn’t let it go. “She’s your mom. You’re supposed to mean more to her than this.” He tossed the card aside, not even wanting it to touch his skin any longer. “Is she insane?”

To his surprise, Riley chuckled. “No. She just really hates me.”

He snagged her waist, hauling her against his chest. “But you’re her child,” he repeated, incapable of wrapping his mind around it. A sad smile touched her lips.

“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?”