HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Bianca

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I looked at him, he was now looking at the television, not at me, which meant I could look at him for a second without him noticing. His profile in the low light was unfairly handsome and I looked back at the screen.

We stayed like that for a while, mostly quiet, the wine going down slowly. He stood at some point and said he would be back, and I nodded without looking up, and he walked toward the kitchen. I heard low sounds, someone speaking briefly, probably the house staff, and then it went quiet again.

My phone buzzed, it was Felix. “The hotel is still available if needed.”

I set the phone face down on the cushion beside me. I would think about the hotel later if there’s a need or I wouldn’t. It was still raining, I could hear it against the window now as he opened one of the smaller window boards, and it was not showing any sign of stopping anytime soon.

He came back and sat down and we went back to not talking, the show moved into its third episode. He refilled my glass once more without asking as I did not object.

It was somewhere past eleven when I finally stood up and stretched and said, “Okay, I should probably…”

“The guest room on the left,” he said, “has its own bathroom.”

I looked at him. He was still watching the television.

“You already picked,” I said.

“I did not pick anything. I am giving you information.”

I picked up my bag from where it had been sitting beside the sofa all evening. I looked at him once more, and he finally turned and looked back at me, that same steady, patient expression, the one that gave nothing away and somehow said everything.

“Good night,” I said.

“Good night, Scarlett.”

I walked toward the staircase, and had made it up three steps before his voice came again, quieter this time, just enough to

carry.

“Bianca.”

I stopped but did not turn around.

“The key,” he said. “On the table.”

I stood on the step for a moment then I came back down, walked to the table, and looked at it, sitting exactly where he had placed it.

I picked it up, the metal felt cool against my palm, heavier than it should have been for something so small. My fingers closed around it, and for a second I just stood there, staring at the faint reflection of the hallway light on its surface. My heart was beating too loud. I turned to head back up the stairs.

Before I could take even one step, his hand caught my wrist. Not hard just enough to stop me. I looked up and he was right there, closer than I expected, his eyes locked on mine with that same steady look that always made my stomach flip.

No words, he just pulled me in slowly, one arm sliding around my waist, then his mouth was on mine.

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Chapter 40

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The kiss started soft, almost careful, his lips warm and sure against mine. I gave in without thinking. My free hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my palm. He tasted like the red wine we had been sharing all evening, and something else that was just him. The key slipped from my fingers and landed on the floor with a soft clink, but neither of us cared.

“Hey,” he breathed against my mouth, barely a sound at all.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

I pressed closer, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, and he made this low sound in his throat that sent heat rushing through

We moved together without breaking apart, slow and unsteady, like we were dancing to music only we could hear. My back bumped gently against the wall once, then again as we shifted toward the guest room door.

His hands stayed on my waist, guiding me, warm and strong through the thin fabric of my top. Every step felt deliberate, every small brush of his body against mine kept building that ache low in my belly. The rain outside had picked up./ drumming steadily against the windows, matching the pulse in my ears.

He reached behind me. found the door handle, and pushed it open. The room was dark except for the soft glow from a small lamp on the nightstand that someone must have left on earlier. The bed looked neat and inviting, sheets turned down. We stumbled inside, still kissing, his mouth growing more urgent now. I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my knees and stopped.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, breathing a little harder. His eyes were darker, pupils wide. For a moment I thought he might say something, but instead he sank slowly to his knees in front of me, hands sliding down my sides until they rested on my hips.

He looked up at me once, like he was asking without words, and I could not find my voice to answer. So I just nodded, small and quick.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

His fingers worked at the button of my jeans, gentle but sure. He tugged them down my legs helping me step out of them one foot at a time. The cool air hit my skin and I shivered.

“Cold?” he asked, glancing up.

“No,” I managed. “Not even a little.”

He leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my right thigh, then higher, then to the other side, teasing me. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding on. When his tongue finally touched me, right at my center, a sharp gasp escaped my throat. He started gentle, licking a long, slow stripe from my entrance up to my clit, savoring me like I was something sweet.

“God.” I whispered, my knees already trembling.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. His hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me steady as he buried his face deeper. His tongue moved in circles around my clit, then flattened and licked broad strokes that made my toes curl. Every few seconds he would dip lower, pushing his tongue inside me, tasting me properly before returning to my swollen clit.

The sounds were filthy and intimate, the wet glide of his mouth mixed with my shaky breathing and the steady rain beating against the windows. He sucked my clit gently between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue over it fast and light, then slow and heavy. Pleasure rolled through me and I could not stop the soft moans spilling from my mouth.

He looked up at me for a moment, eyes locked on mine while his mouth continued working. The sight of his face between my thighs, lips shiny, eyes dark with want, nearly undid me. I tightened my grip in his hair, hips rocking forward without thinking He groaned in approval and doubled down, sucking harder, tongue moving faster.

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