Work Wife by Dee Ellis
Chapter Seven
Kolt
“Take the dress off, Karina,” my voice booms loud in the quiet but I am barely holding my control so I don’t care.
Tonight, Karina came down the stairs looking like a goddamn angel. In a dress that looked made for her curves, she was so beautiful I could barely keep my hands off her. I wanted to march her sweet ass right back up the stairs and show her what I really thought of her in that dress. Before I could, Holden Hill and his wife came over to introduce themselves. Really, his wife came over to steal my wife and keep her for the entire night.
Watching her charm every single person in the room—like she has spent the last months charming me—was a remarkable sight. She was so beautiful and poised, and she captured all the attention. The women who come with their husbands to these sorts of things often bond over their workaholic husbands and the boring parties where we all schmooze. Tonight though, the ladies seemed to be having a good time together.
And I bet my deal on it being because of Karina.
Holden Hill would take this deal if his wife told him to, and I know it. Hell, anyone who knows how much he loves his wife knows he would take any deal she told him to, bar none. But I don’t think what happened out there tonight was about a business deal. It was about people migrating towards my wife—my fake wife—because of how enchanting she is.
Here I am ready to throw away everything because I am so enchanted by her I can’t stand pretending another moment.
“Wha-what?” she stammers, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Take it off,” I repeat, taking measured steps towards her as I undo my cufflinks with shaking hands and pull at my tie, “Said I thought all night of you in that dress. And out of it. Now, I want you out of it. I want another taste, sweetheart. Going to taste that sweet spot between your thighs first,” I state, pushing at my jacket then pulling off my belt.
“Kolt…we can’t…I am…you are….we are….” her words tremble as she sputters, slowly backing up until her legs hit the bed.
“Take. It. Off,” I growl before I take a breath and steady my words, “do not make me rip it off. You were so beautiful tonight, I want you to keep the dress. But if you don’t, I will rip it from your body.”
Watching me, she unzips the back where the zipper sits at her lush ass. When I saw her bare back and that plump backside in the black lace, I almost lost it. She had all eyes on her tonight but she never noticed. She only noticed me staring at her all night. I came here for this deal but I don’t even care about it now, not when I have her within my grasp.
The sound of the zipper is loud in the room. Only our heavy breathing and my heart thudding in my ears is louder. I watch as it slowly slides down her body to pool in a lacy heap at her feet. I swallow hard as the moonlight makes her skin shine as it is bared before me. No bra covers her full, round tits, and just a tiny scrap of black lace covers her pussy.
“Jesus, fuck,” I growl, palming my cock through my slacks, “you are so goddamn beautiful. Tonight, but every other night too. That first night at my place, I knew it was a terrible idea. Worse than your giraffe joke,” I choke the words out and she laughs but it sounds like a moan, “I can hardly ever take my eyes off you, Karina but tonight, you looked like mine.”
Taking off my shirt, I toss it aside carelessly. Reaching out, I grip her wide waist and tug her so we’re bare against one another. I hiss as her hard nipples scrape at my chest. Watching her eyes, I lift a hand to palm her left breast, plucking at the nipple. Her eyes scorch in the darkness and I can’t wait to see how bright they get when I eat her pussy and when I shove inside her.
“Because I am this weekend,” she says softly and I know it’s only part true. Or at least, she only partially believes it. I stopped giving a damn about our lie the first day she walked around wearing my ring on her finger. If she needs it to make this make sense for her, so be it.
“Look at me,” I demand as I wrap a hand around her throat, “tell me to go right now. I swore I wouldn’t….” her body presses against mine as her eyes shine up at me.
On the plane when she asked me to kiss her, I knew she wasn’t asking because she was scared. Something about us touching down gave her the courage to ask for what she wanted. And she wants me. I saw it blaze in her eyes tonight every time they met mine across the room. Karina wants me and maybe she always has. Knowing that makes this inevitable.
“Please….don’t,” she begs.
Her panted words wash away the last hope we had of keeping this at bay. I can’t hold back now. I won’t. I rip my tie off, forcing her wrists behind her back where I bind them. I want her to touch me but not yet. I won’t be able to stop once she does. She whimpers when I swat her ass with both palms, watching it bounce. Then I rip her panties off, the force of it making her fall back against the bed.
“Open wide for me,” I growl, pushing her thighs open, “show me what I want to see. Show me how wet you are, sweetheart,” I order, dropping to kneel before her as she obeys me.
“Kolt,” she moans my name and I recall hearing her touch herself before she moaned my name.
“Christ, you’re so pretty,” I praise her, sliding my hands up her thighs and using my thumbs to stroke her puffy lips, “so damn pretty. So sweet and soft. Do you want me to taste your pussy like I tasted your mouth? Because I want to taste all of you,” I husk, rubbing at her folds as they grow hot and wet beneath my touch.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, her hips twisting as I blow at her sex.
Kissing at her thigh, I watch her skin flush and her breasts bounce as she breathes faster and heavier. Covering her with my mouth, I grin as she shouts a whispered string of curses. My Karina never curses. Sucking at her, I rub my tongue over her swollen clit, and she keeps the filthy mouth up. I love every dirty word she spits out as I eat her until she comes, shouting my name just like the first night I heard her come.
“You are mine,” I press the words to her pussy, to her hip, her soft stomach, her breasts, then her throat, “tell me you belong to me, Karina.”
Her body trembles as I slide over her, pinning her beneath me. When her eyes come to mine, I see the truth shining there. She is mine. She wants me and I want her. Doesn’t matter that I am her boss or she is my assistant. Hell, I would fire her tomorrow if it did matter. I want her and frankly, I have grown to need her. That is what matters. Not deals or rules. Fuck rules and fuck deals.
“Yes,” she moans, her eyes meeting mine as she rubs her body against mine, “I am. I want to be,” she admits and I know how hard she thought she was guarding that secret.
Only neither of us kept that secret too well these past months. Tonight I figured out that is what this weekend was about. Not my deal with Hill or my cousins’ deals with the others. Sure, it was part of it and they do this retreat every once in a while. But us being here, and them suggesting we play as man and wife, it was a ploy. Because everyone else saw that we were crazy about one another but doing nothing about it.
“Good girl, sweetheart,” I grunt in her ear as I line my cock up to get him home where he belongs, “are you on anything?” I rasp as her wetness coats my shaft and I can barely string words together.
“On any.... n-no, I am not. I never needed to be,” she mutters, arching her sweet body against mine.
“Good,” I growl, the idea of tying her to me with a baby and a ring making me so hard it hurts, “won’t be needing it, either. Not with me. It’s been you for so long and there was no one before worth considering,” I pant my words as I watch my cock start to slip inside her, knowing I am not making sense.
“Worth considering for what?” she whispers, her eyes darkening.
Pushing inside her, I hiss as her pussy welcomes me. As if welcoming me home, right where I belong. I push further and she moans, and I almost forget she asked a question. I can barely remember my name as her hot, wet heat wraps me up tight and snug. But when I meet her eyes again, I know I need to answer.
“Taking a risk. Karina you are worth everything. Not even a risk with you. I want it. I want to fill you with my cum so you never forget you’re mine. Put a baby in you so you so the whole fucking world knows,” I roar, pushing into her as I hold myself up on fists bunched at her hips.
When she whimpers, my eyes fly to hers. Tears pool in their depths and I feel shame wash over me. Because I feel her tightness for what it truly is. How did I not know? My sweet, good girl. I ought to be gentle with her. I’m the first man to get inside her. But knowing that and knowing I will be the last makes me feel anything but gentle. Makes me feel like an animal. I want to mark her body, brand it as mine. Because it will always be mine now.
“Mine,” I growl as I drop my body over hers, caging her in, “your sweet cherry is mine.”
Kissing her mouth, I reach a hand between our bodies to rub at her clit. As she moans into my mouth, her bound hands twisting above her head, she opens her body to take me. The more I rub at her pussy and suck at her tongue, the softer she gets for me. I push in slow until she cries into my mouth then goes soft as I seat myself balls deep. I want to rut into her, fuck her hard and fill her deep but I don’t move.
“Kolt,” she moans, circling her hips beneath me.
“Do you need it, sweetheart,” I lick the question against her mouth, and she nods, crying out as I pull out of her, “I do too. Need to feel you sucking my cock with your cunt. Need you to understand that pussy is mine, it’s my cock’s new home and where I plan to put him to bed every goddamn night,” I mutter nonsense before I bend my head, sucking at her nipple.
Feeling her soft body beneath me, smelling her skin and her arousal, and hearing her sounds pushes me over the edge. An edge I balanced on for months. The edge she hurtled me over the first night at my place when I heard her need as she made herself come. I have come a dozen times since that night, remembering how hungry and needy she sounded. Knowing it was the same for her made me forget all about limits and ethics.
All I care about is taking my work wife as mine.
“So good, sweetheart,” I mumble against her mouth as I pull out and slide back in a dozen times, watching her tight pussy grip me so greedily, “so fucking good for me.”
“Kolt, please.... I’m...I think I'm...yes!” she moans so loud as she starts to come, I wonder if it echoes through the big house. I would not mind if it did. Anything to let the world know this woman is all fucking mine.
“There it is, give me that honey sweetheart. It’s mine, yes? Oh hell, that’s it,” I grunt as I start to pump into her faster, harder, as she soaks my cock as she comes, her body twisting as she shouts.
Reaching beneath her, I untie her hands and pull them around my shoulders. I kiss at the marks my tie left and she smiles up at me. The pleasure that shines in her eyes as I take her slow makes my chest expand until I am sure I will burst. Wanting to see that look in her eyes forever, I keep the hand between us rubbing at her swollen clit, keeping her on the edge as I fuck her, my mouth on hers again.
“With me again. I won’t fill you up till you get me sticky with you again,” I say, biting at her lip as she nods, as if so ready to obey me she will come on command.
And hell, she does just that. Arching her body, her nails raking down my back as she shouts, she comes so pretty for me. Her ruby lips fall open and she gasps my name as her pussy goes so tight with her climax, my cock slips out. I growl and push my way back in, hating that her orgasm took her from me. But as soon as I push back in, my own orgasm burns up my spine and I push deep, wanting to get my seed where it belongs.
“Fuck,” she moans as I jerk and fill her with cum.
“You can say that again,” I growl before I collapse against her.
“Fuck.”
Rolling to bring her atop me, I laugh. I laugh because she is adorable and perfect, and she is mine. Snuggling into me, she whispers the curse again before she calls me her husband and I like the sound so much I hold her just a little tighter. Because it sounds so right from her lips.
Sounds so right I think I need to do something about making it true.