“God, Will. You get so hard.” She jerked me, tapping me against her tongue. “You’re so perfectly straight and smooth. George would lose his mind.”

“I only want your mouth.”

She looked up at me through sweetly devious eyes. “But I like having you when other people want you. It makes me feel powerful.”

“And that’s how I know you’re secure in my love. You wouldn’t have said that a year and a half ago.”

She laughed against me, a warm puff of air. “You’re wearing my ring. You’re tattooed with my name. You get hit on all the time and turn into an awkward mess. I’ve poisoned you for other women.”

My hips pushed off the bed, needy. “Don’t talk to me about other people right now. I like this wild thing playing with me. I want a dirty little plum sucking my cock.”

She dragged her teeth down my shaft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You like when I talk about how much I love to lick you here? All hard and soft at the same time.” She pulled me deep, popping off to tell me, “I want to suck you dry.”

“Fuck.” Drunk Hanna had a filthy mouth.

“And down here?” She licked down to my balls. “You love to be touched here. I think you’re pretty bad, William. I think you like the idea of my tongue all over you here not just because it feels nice but because it looks so naughty.”

When I groaned in response, she closed her eyes, moving back to take me in her mouth again, deep and up and down, working her lips over me. She’d learned, knew my body so well it was like breathing, being with her like this.

The conversation we needed to have was in the background, waiting.

But it was easy enough to push that worry aside when she was there, warm and wet sliding over me, little growls vibrating down my cock. I told her what I would do to her when she was done there, how I would wreck her with my mouth and teeth, how I would take her tonight and leave her boneless with pleasure.

Desperation clawed like a beast beneath my skin.

It scared me, a little, to not feel like I was getting used to this, to instead feel like I was growing more desperate for her every day. I had her. I lived with her. I married her. But my feelings for Hanna were foreign to me in their intensity, and the sheer unknown of our future left me feeling unsteady.

Closing my eyes, I gripped her hair, feeling the solid presence of her over me, needing something deeper and larger than anything she could give me tonight.

Chapter Four

Four

Hanna