Somebody's Wife: The Jackson Brothers, Book 3 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A
Authors: Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully
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He was masterful. He hadn’t gotten angry. He’d even folded laundry. She was putty in his hands. She’d do anything he asked. Mitch was ecstatic. He should have learned years ago that arguing didn’t turn Connie into a yes-woman.
They didn’t need a quarrel to incite them to great heights. Yesterday was hotter than any damn make-up sex they’d ever had. And Connie had gone out to dinner without any panties. She’d told him that over the mushu and almost blown off the top of his head.
He helped her up on to the big bench seat of his truck, then went around to climb behind the wheel. They’d lingered over the Chinese, and the sun was just going down.
Now they had all night to enjoy dessert. Lots and lots of oral delight.
* * * * *
Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Life could not get better, not one single bit better. Well, except if she were pregnant and in her fourth month after she’d gotten over the sickness but was horny as all get out every minute of every day. That’s how she’d been with both Rina and Peter. She’d wanted Mitch all the time. Well, at least until she felt like a fat, bloated cow.
“You go inside, honey,” she urged sweetly once they were home. “I need to get something out of the car.”
“What?”
“Never you mind. It’s a surprise.”
Mitch backed off, then called from the front door. “It better be good.”
“Oh, it will be.”
Would he let her cuff him? Nine years of marriage and the truth was, she didn’t know. A few years ago, she’d have said yes, but now, she wasn’t so sure. Sometimes his reactions threw her off. Like his whole money thing. She knew Lou’s death had made it worse, but she didn’t know how to undo the damage.
She wouldn’t think about that now. Diving down beneath the junk in the back seat of the car, she pulled out the special flowered bag, heavy in her grasp.
Inside, Mitch leaned against the kitchen doorjamb, two wineglasses in one hand, an open bottle of wine in the other.
“What ya got there, baby?” He pointed with the wineglasses at the bag clutched to her chest.
She wagged a finger. “It’s a surprise. You can’t come into the bedroom until I call you.”
Holding the stems between his fingers, he poured two glasses of wine, then held one out. “Five minutes is all I can wait.”
His eyes blazed. The way he’d looked at her when she told him she wasn’t wearing panties had kept her moist all evening. On the drive home, she’d barely managed not to reach over and unzip his pants. Now, she’d get to do anything she wanted, and her whole body throbbed with anticipation.
Mitch wanted her, really wanted her, not just a hey-do-you-feel-like-doing-it-tonight want, but an I’m-gonna-die-if-I-don’t-have-you need. Married women all over the world would comprehend exactly how wonderful and powerful that felt.
She smacked him lip to lip, grabbed her glass of wine, then scurried down the hall to prepare the bedroom. After fiddling with the first handcuff, she got the hang of it and had the other three on the brass rails in no time. The fuzzy blue fake fur clashed with her flower-print bedspread, but she didn’t care. Oddly enough, the lined cuffs were cheaper than the brand preferred by cops. Of course, she could have gotten the leather cuffs which were lined with real lambskin, but Mitch definitely would have pitched a fit over how much they cost.
Ooh, bad thought, Mitch castigation was not allowed tonight.
She laid out the blindfold, which was really just an eye covering like you’d wear on planes to cut out the light, across the pillow. She didn’t need scented candles, vases of flowers, sexy lingerie, bubble baths, or romantic words. She just needed him to want her again. She needed his excitement. The stage set, she called out, “Honey, I’m ready.”
Oh boy, was she ready. First, she’d cuff him, then lick his nipples, because he said it tickled when she sucked them. Normally he wouldn’t let
* * * * *
He was masterful. He hadn’t gotten angry. He’d even folded laundry. She was putty in his hands. She’d do anything he asked. Mitch was ecstatic. He should have learned years ago that arguing didn’t turn Connie into a yes-woman.
They didn’t need a quarrel to incite them to great heights. Yesterday was hotter than any damn make-up sex they’d ever had. And Connie had gone out to dinner without any panties. She’d told him that over the mushu and almost blown off the top of his head.
He helped her up on to the big bench seat of his truck, then went around to climb behind the wheel. They’d lingered over the Chinese, and the sun was just going down.
Now they had all night to enjoy dessert. Lots and lots of oral delight.
* * * * *
Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Life could not get better, not one single bit better. Well, except if she were pregnant and in her fourth month after she’d gotten over the sickness but was horny as all get out every minute of every day. That’s how she’d been with both Rina and Peter. She’d wanted Mitch all the time. Well, at least until she felt like a fat, bloated cow.
“You go inside, honey,” she urged sweetly once they were home. “I need to get something out of the car.”
“What?”
“Never you mind. It’s a surprise.”
Mitch backed off, then called from the front door. “It better be good.”
“Oh, it will be.”
Would he let her cuff him? Nine years of marriage and the truth was, she didn’t know. A few years ago, she’d have said yes, but now, she wasn’t so sure. Sometimes his reactions threw her off. Like his whole money thing. She knew Lou’s death had made it worse, but she didn’t know how to undo the damage.
She wouldn’t think about that now. Diving down beneath the junk in the back seat of the car, she pulled out the special flowered bag, heavy in her grasp.
Inside, Mitch leaned against the kitchen doorjamb, two wineglasses in one hand, an open bottle of wine in the other.
“What ya got there, baby?” He pointed with the wineglasses at the bag clutched to her chest.
She wagged a finger. “It’s a surprise. You can’t come into the bedroom until I call you.”
Holding the stems between his fingers, he poured two glasses of wine, then held one out. “Five minutes is all I can wait.”
His eyes blazed. The way he’d looked at her when she told him she wasn’t wearing panties had kept her moist all evening. On the drive home, she’d barely managed not to reach over and unzip his pants. Now, she’d get to do anything she wanted, and her whole body throbbed with anticipation.
Mitch wanted her, really wanted her, not just a hey-do-you-feel-like-doing-it-tonight want, but an I’m-gonna-die-if-I-don’t-have-you need. Married women all over the world would comprehend exactly how wonderful and powerful that felt.
She smacked him lip to lip, grabbed her glass of wine, then scurried down the hall to prepare the bedroom. After fiddling with the first handcuff, she got the hang of it and had the other three on the brass rails in no time. The fuzzy blue fake fur clashed with her flower-print bedspread, but she didn’t care. Oddly enough, the lined cuffs were cheaper than the brand preferred by cops. Of course, she could have gotten the leather cuffs which were lined with real lambskin, but Mitch definitely would have pitched a fit over how much they cost.
Ooh, bad thought, Mitch castigation was not allowed tonight.
She laid out the blindfold, which was really just an eye covering like you’d wear on planes to cut out the light, across the pillow. She didn’t need scented candles, vases of flowers, sexy lingerie, bubble baths, or romantic words. She just needed him to want her again. She needed his excitement. The stage set, she called out, “Honey, I’m ready.”
Oh boy, was she ready. First, she’d cuff him, then lick his nipples, because he said it tickled when she sucked them. Normally he wouldn’t let
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