chapter 38

“All day, you’d be lying there, waiting for me to come home.” His hips are speeding up—he’s turning himself on. “And at night I’d do whatever I wanted to you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

Ohhh… this guy knows exactly what I need. I can feel him holding back, and the thought of the generous, loving Huxley waiting for me makes me want to weep.

“Oh God,” I whisper, as the first ripples spread through me.

Carefully, he withdraws, and my eyes fly open in surprise.

“Four times,” he says silkily.

I groan. “You’re kidding me.”

“I warned you.” He kisses my neck, waiting about ten seconds before he slides inside me again.

Then begins a slow torture session, with him thrusting me each time to the edge of an orgasm before withdrawing and letting the ripples of pleasure die away. Four times he does it, and by the end I’m drawing deep ragged breaths, aching for release.

“Hux…” I beg. “Please.”

He tilts my face up and kisses me. “All right,” he says softly. “Hang on, this is going to be a b