Undressed By His Legal Services: Marry Me Again

Naomi turned toward him. ”Why?”

”Because you make it all bearable.”

”It wasn’t that bad. Besides, I learned a few things while we were in there.”

Dorian glanced at her. ”Like what?”

”I learned about...” She frowned. ”What was the topic again?”

Dorian shot her a glare.

Naomi grinned back at him. ”Yeah, something about leadership,” she said vaguely. ”But did you see the presentation of the food? Just expertise dripping.”

Dorian stared at the road ahead. He had spent over an hour answering questions about leadership, decision-making under pressure, career sacrifices and the personal responsibilities of people in positions of power.

And his wife had only retained the buffet.

”Ah, shucks!” Naomi’s sudden exclamation made him glance at her.

”What?!”

”I didn’t take any pictures.”

”Believe me when I say this, Naomi, you will be making headlines on gossip blogs and business digests by morning.”

”Really? I should have shown a bit more cleavage.”

Dorian’s head snapped in her direction before he caught himself and looked back at the road. ”Are you kidding me right now?”

Naomi shrugged playfully. ”No.”

Dorian sighed and pressed his foot down just a little harder. He wanted home.

Immediately.

Unfortunately, traffic laws didn’t care that his wife had spent the evening looking devastating.

He checked his speed.

Naomi, meanwhile, clearly wasn’t done destroying what remained of his concentration. She reached for the single button holding the front of her suit together and opened it.

The shirt loosened, giving him a much better glimpse of the breasts he had spent the entire evening trying not to stare at in public.

”What? What are you doing?”

Naomi looked innocent. ”Showing more cleavage...”

”Oh my fuck!”

Naomi laughed.

Dorian tightened both hands around the steering wheel and stared determinedly ahead. He had been itching to look down that damned suit all night.

From the moment she walked into Blackstone, he had been wondering how easily it would come off and whether she had deliberately chosen that neckline because she knew what it would do to him.

This woman wanted him dead.

Naomi smiled at the obvious effect she was having on him as she ran one finger slowly from the base of her neck down the exposed skin of her chest.

”Trouble?” Dorian warned.

She slowly circled one nipple through the opening of the suit.

Dorian swore under his breath.

Naomi continued tormenting him like she had all the time in the world.

Dorian finally reached across with one hand, caught one breast in his palm and squeezed briefly.

Naomi inhaled sharply.

That was satisfying enough to help.

A little.

He returned his hand to the wheel and forced his attention back onto the road. ”Can you do this when we get home? This is distracting.”

”Be strong,” Naomi encouraged.

”Fuck my life.”

she shifted properly in the passenger seat and reached for the button on her pants. ”Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

His grip tightened around the steering wheel. ”Yes.”

”What do you think?”

Dorian glanced at her again just as her hand disappeared beneath the waistband of her pants. ”Ah... shit.”

Naomi settled deeper into the seat. ”Tell me.”

Dorian stared straight ahead. He had never been more committed to responsible driving in his entire life. ”I think about how your lips feel when I kiss you.”

Naomi’s fingers moved slowly.

”Soft,” Dorian continued, voice roughening. ”Cool. Sweet...”

”Hmmm-hmmm.”

Dorian swallowed. ”I think about how you drive me fucking crazy when you suck my cock, the way you constantly make me lose focus. Ah, fuck... I’m so fucking hard.” He reached across again, unable to help himself, and squeezed once more.

Naomi inhaled sharply. Her eyes were already slightly unfocused.

His hand stayed on her breast for a bit, thumb brushing over her nipple before he forced himself to let go and return his hand to the wheel.

”Talk to me...” Naomi moaned.

”You are trying to kill me.”

”I’m listening.”

Dorian heard the change in her breathing and immediately looked toward her. ”Don’t you dare finish without me.”

Naomi smiled lazily. ”I’ll take it slow.”

”I’m so going to fuck you hard when I get the goddamned chance.”

Naomi’s thighs shifted slightly.

The threat only seemed to encourage her.

Her fingers worked inside her while she listened to his voice become more desperate with every passing second.

”You look so damned sexy right now. Come on,” he said. ”Feel how hard you make me.”

She reached across. Her palm settled over him through his pants.

Dorian sucked in a breath.

She squeezed lightly and could feel exactly what she was doing to him.

That knowledge clearly pleased her.

Instead of taking her hand back, she shifted closer as far as the seat allowed.

Her hand began moving slowly over him through his pants while her other hand remained inside her.

Dorian could feel the veins in his arms standing out. His entire body was tense, wound tight, demanding release. ”You’re going to be screaming my name until your voice is raw.” He wasn’t joking.

Not even a little.

Dorian looked frustrated. Visibly, painfully frustrated. His hands were locked around the steering wheel, his jaw clenched hard.

That only made her want him more. It was ridiculous.

They had had sex more times in the past month than Naomi had probably had sex in her entire life before him, and she still wanted this man with a desperation that bordered on unreasonable.

Again.

And again.

And again.

She wanted him constantly.

Wanted his hands.

His mouth.

His weight over her.

His oh so delicious cock inside her.

The way he could make every other thought disappear until there was nothing left but him. A much more dangerous question slipped into her mind.

Did he know? Could Dorian feel how badly she wanted him? Could he tell that sometimes she wanted to disappear into him completely and stay there?

She threw her head back and let out a small cry as pleasure climbed sharply through her.

”Don’t you fucking dare!” Dorian snapped.