I could hear a man chatting away on the other end of the line.
Zeno muted himself, placed his phone on the armrest, and cupped my hips, yanking me into the open V of his legs. “You look like a maneater,mon ange.”
“There’s only one man I’m interested in eating.” I curved a thumb over the stubbled jaw I loved to bite when he was fucking me like a savage.
“Let’s skip the yacht. I’ll feed you right here.” Zeno groaned when he shoved up the hem of my dress and found my crotchless panties. “Goddammit. You did not come to play, wife.”
I pushed his hand aside with a saucy wink and adjusted my dress back into place. “I spent an hour getting ready. You are taking me for a boat ride, Zeno.”
He tugged me by my waist until I fell into his lap. “I’ll give you a ride right here.” He punctuated the statement by driving his hips against my core. “Right. Fucking. Here.”
“N-No. I’m hungry, Zeno. Yacht. Dinner. Then sex.” I crawled off his lap to sit beside him. “You promised me.”
“Fine,” he said in a clipped tone and picked up his phone after unmuting it. “Sorry, Frank. What’s the last thing you said? I didn’t quite catch that.”
I glued myself to his side, my feet curled under my thighs. The irrational need to play games with him drove me to shimmy a hand down his torso. I yanked on his tie while whispering in his unoccupied ear, “Hang up on Frank. Tell him you have a needy wife that needs to be fed and dicked down like a classy escort.”
Zeno’s nostrils flared, his intake of breath audible.
He pretended to act unaffected by continuing his conversation and not sparing me a single glance.
Living with Zeno brought out my hellish side. I walked two fingers down his tie until my French tips grazed over the zipper of his slacks, feeling his bulge. “Tell him how much you enjoy fucking me like a slut.” I licked the shell of his ear. “Tell him how hard I scream when you thrust every inch of that thick cock inside of me.” I nipped his earlobe with a smile. “Tell him goodbye so you can take me on arideand do bad things to my body, Zeno.”
Zeno grabbed my jaw and squeezed, while Frank kept talking his ear off. His eyes burned with intensity. “Behave, you fucking brat.” He tossed my face aside, dismissing me. “I’m in the middle of a meeting.”
I huffed, ridiculously turned on by his rudeness.
Not about to be bested, I ripped my gold barrette off his tie like abratand chucked it behind the sofa, close to the fireplace.
In retribution, Zeno spanked my ass so hard, I cried out.
The room got awfully quiet.
Even Frank finally shut up.
I heard him ask Zeno if everything was okay.
“Everything is good, Frank. My pussycat was just clawing me,” Zeno said with dry amusement. “Generally speaking she’s well-mannered, but I don’t know what’s gotten into her tonight. She’s feeling…feisty.”
His jokes were almost as bad as mine.
“Call me a cat one more time,” I deadpanned. “And I can promise you, you’re not getting any pussy tonight.”
Frank continued talking. Zeno cupped my chin and shot me a kiss with his puckered mouth, looking so fucking suave while doing so. I hated how attractive and playful he was. It made being mad at him harder.
My eyes roamed around the office for something to entertain me when I spotted a bowl with grapes sitting on an end table to his right. My stomach rumbled on cue. I started crawling on all fours over Zeno, trying to reach the fruit.
He yanked me back by wrapping his hand around my hair.
“Ouch, Zeno!”
He put himself on mute, threw the phone aside while Frank talked on speaker, and wrestled me back into his lap. I struggled just to egg him on until the back of my head landed in the cradle of his thighs and my squirming body along the length of the sofa. Zeno jerked off his black tie and used it to bind my wrists together, while I glared up at him from my position. “Why can’t you behave for five fucking minutes?”
“Because I want to leave and this so-called Frank won’t hang up!”
He grinned and bent at the waist to kiss my mouth. “Patience, Darla. He’s selling me a vineyard in Italy.”
“Why?”