HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Adrian

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She had my wrist locked in her grip, her eyes daring me to push further. It was obvious I didn’t need words to answer a challenge like that.

I kissed her again, slower this time, and felt her resolve crack somewhere in the middle of it. Her fingers loosened around my wrist, then let go completely. I took that as all the permission I needed.

My hand started at her knee and moved higher, dragging slowly up her thigh, past the hem of her dress. I felt her breath hitch under my mouth, felt the way her whole body went still like she was bracing for something. I didn’t rush it, I wanted her to feel every inch of the way there.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached over with my free hand and pressed the button for the privacy curtain. It slid up slowly, and the second it hit halfway. I stopped it.

That was enough to block us from the driver’s mirror, not enough to block me from watching her face, which was the part actually wanted.

My other hand kept climbing until I found the edge of her panties. I slid them aside with two fingers and heard her breath catch sharp against my lips. She was soaked already, and something about that made my control slip a little. I traced her slowly first, just enough to feel her tremble, before I pushed one finger inside her.

Her whole body jerked, her nails digging into my jacket where she still had a fistful of it. I groaned quietly against her mouth at how tight she felt around just one finger. I moved slow at first, feeling her get used to it, then added a second finger and picked up the pace, sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm that had her hips twitching against my hand before she could stop them.

I couldn’t hide how much I always enjoy watching this. Watching her try to hold herself together, eyes squeezed shut, biting her bottom lip like her life depended on keeping quiet with the driver sitting right there up front.

Her phone sat forgotten on the seat beside her, screen gone dark, whatever message had been waiting there completely abandoned. I noticed it and felt something smug settle in my chest. Good! Let him wait forever.

I leaned into her more, pulling the side of her dress down with my teeth until one breast spilled free, and I took it into my mouth without hesitation. She gasped, back arching slightly, and I felt her fingers tighten harder in my jacket as I kept working her with my hand at the same time, tongue and fingers moving together like I had all the time in the world.

A moan started coming up her throat, loud enough that it would have carried straight to the front seat, and I caught it with my mouth before it could escape, swallowing the sound down as my fingers kept moving inside her, deeper now, curling in a way that made her hips buck up off the seat.

She was close, I could feel it in the way she clenched around my fingers, the way her breathing turned ragged and uneven, the way her thighs started to shake on either side of my hand. I didn’t slow down. I kept going, watching her fall apart piece by piece, refusing to look away even for a second.

The car rolled to a stop right as she broke, her body was locked up tight, then shuddered hard, and she buried her face against my shoulder to muffle whatever sound almost escaped her.

I felt every pulse of it around my fingers, the grip on my jacket was now weak, felt her breath come out in short broken gasps against my neck. I stayed with her through all of it, not moving my hand away until she had stopped trembling.

When I finally pulled my hand back, it was slick with her. I straightened up, adjusting my jacket like a man who hadn’t just spent the last several minutes falling apart right alongside her, and looked at her properly and she still hadn’t gathered herself. Her chest was rising too fast, her eyes glassy, her lipstick smudged from all the kissing.

Always ready for me huh?” I said.

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Chapter 84

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She didn’t answer, she just stared at me, still trying to catch up, and I held her gaze while I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean slowly. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

“We’re home” I said, already reaching for the door handle, mostly to give her a second to recover without me watching too closely.

“Can you walk?” I added, teasing now, because I already had a feeling I knew the answer.

She rolled her eyes at me, the first real sign of her usual self clawing its way back, and pushed open the door on her own side without giving me the satisfaction of a reply.

I stepped out on my side too, adjusting my jacket, and something told me I wasn’t done being useful here,

She walked slowly past me, heading toward the entrance, and she hadn’t even made it ten steps before her legs shifted wrongly. I was already moving before she finished swaying, one arm sliding around her waist just in time to catch her before she hit the ground.

“Easy there, angry bird.” I said, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice.

She glared up at me, but there was no real heat behind it, not with her knees still unreliable and her breath still not fully settled. I didn’t wait for her to argue about it. I bent down and lifted her straight off the ground, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back, and started walking toward the house with her held against my chest.

“Adrian,” she said, finally using my name. “Put me down! I can walk.”

“You just proved you can’t.” I said, not slowing my pace at all.

She huffed and turned her face away from me, but her arm came up around my neck anyway, holding on instead of fighting it, and I smiled…

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