The Monster (Steamy Shorts #13)

Chapter 12

12

NIKOLAI

I ’m so focused on answering my emails that I don’t notice Nina’s arrival. I’m deep into my work, fingers flying over the keyboard and eyes glued to the screen.

A knock on the door breaks through my mental fog, and I blink, momentarily disoriented. Without waiting for an answer, the door creaks open, and my wife peeks in, eyes scanning the room before settling on me.

A huge smile creeps on her face. “Am I interrupting something?”

I stop hunching over the laptop and lean back. “Never, Nina. Come in. I could use the break.”

She walks toward me and leans against my desk, her thigh brushing my arm. “I’m hungry.”

“Didn’t you have lunch with your sisters?”

Her smile disappears, and she rolls her eyes. “I didn’t eat.”

I gently rest a hand on her waist and turn her to me. “What happened?”

Nina sighs and runs a finger along my arm. “Just the usual. They joined forces to make fun of me, and while I normally ate my lunch in silence, letting them step all over me, I didn’t do it this time.” Her gaze hardens as she looks away. “I gave them a piece of my mind and walked away.”

I steer her to me and settle her on my lap, brushing a strand of hair sticking to her temple. “Tell me. What did they do? Do you want me to threaten their husbands?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. Anything for you, little wife.”

The side of her mouth lifts, and she rests her head on my chest. “They talked shit about you. I didn’t let it fly, so I told them their husbands had nothing on you.”

Warmth and amusement flicker in my chest, and I chuckle. “Do you really think that?”

“Of course.”

“But now you’re hungry.”

She groans. “I came to see you first, but I’ll go to the kitchen and find Dario.”

Nina wiggles on my lap, and the simple movement has my cock roaring to attention. With the thin fabric of her skirt, she quickly becomes aware of my body responding to her. She raises a brow at me. “You know what, on second thought, I might be hungry for something else.”

“Nina…”

She slides her lacy underwear down, kicking it away with her shoes. Her skirt follows, and she stands before me in nothing but her thin top. With a wicked smile, she straddles me and pins my forearms to the armrests. “No moving, husband, or I stop. I’m going to ride you until you come.”

Fuck me.

My office chair is a tight fit, even if it’s customized to sit two regular-sized men. She traps my legs with her own and fumbles with my belt and zipper.

As much as I want to help her, she doesn’t want me to move, so I will keep my hands to myself and let her do the work.

What my wife wants, she gets.

She opens my pants and fists my cock, and I have to white-knuckle the armrests. It feels too good. I focus on my breathing and close my eyes when she begins lowering herself on me, but she bites my earlobe, and my eyes snap open. “Open your eyes and look at me, husband.”

Jesus Christ. What kind of torture is this?

It takes Nina a few tries before she finds her rhythm, bouncing on my lap and rotating her hips before sitting back down on me again. I am about to go crazy with want.

I dig my shoes into the floor, my muscles tight, my balls aching.

Her arms around me are tighter, her movements becoming uncoordinated. I know she’s close, so I help her and slip a hand between us, but she swats it away.

“What did I say? No moving.”

My God. Who is this woman I married?

I don’t have long to answer. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she shakes in my arms. That’s when I hit release, gripping her waist and slamming into her from underneath.

And when I come hard, I yank her against my body and bury my face in her tits, growling against her skin. Her touch sears me from the inside and out, and I blow out a long breath as I realize something.

I’m in love with this woman. Hopelessly in love. She has my whole heart. She owns me, and frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.