“You are so beautiful,” he says as he reaches down and puts his mouth on my breast.

I recline against the desk with a sigh as he latches onto one tingling peak, sucking, laving, his tongue making circles round and round it until I’m begging him to stop...don’t stop. I can’t even make sense of what I’m saying anymore. I only know that I want everything he is doing to me.

His mouth repeats the torture with my other breast and I moan. Cold air glides across my ankles as his hand works its way up my leg. His fingers find my drenched core and he plunges one inside. I grasp his shoulders tight as everything fades away in the background. My mind numbs and there’s just him and me and this need growing wilder between us. Damien plunges another finger inside my quivering center, while his mouth continues its assault on my breast. White-hot heat shoots down every single cell in my body. Oh God! This is all too much.

My eyes shut as I grind myself against his fingers seeking relief.

“Open your eyes, Aaliya. I want to see what I’m doing to you.”

My body trembles as I look at him. He smiles and continues to scissor his fingers inside me. Deep breaths escape my mouth as I push myself into his hand. He pinches my nipple and I explode with a scream. I stare into his eyes as pleasure washes through each and every one of my senses, going on and on, until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and they drift shut.

My eyes open a second later and Damien is staring at me with a satisfied expression on his face. I loosen my hold on his shoulders the same time he removes his fingers from my body. He kisses me again and desire floods my body, surprising me at the speed with which I’m aroused again. Just as he moves further into me, I hear a loud gong.

Both of us still as the grandfather clock in the library chimes. My eyes widen. What have I done? Why did I allow it? This man is my husband but I’m a stranger to him. A stranger who he made out with on his desk, in his library. I’ve never behaved so wild and wanton ever.