Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Tossing my napkin on the table, I quickly rose from my chair. Gasps surrounded us when I lifted Hazel out of her chair and carried her through the room and out the door. I also heard the click of a ton of cameras. A picture of us as we left the gala was bound to make it into Page Six tomorrow, along with wild speculation about our marriage. But I didn’t give a damn. The only thing I cared about was getting to the bottom of whatever was going on in my wife’s head and fixing it so I could make her happy again.
Chapter 6
Jamison
I barely resisted the urge to ravish her lusciously rounded body after I got her in the back of the car. She opened her mouth to say something, but my glare had her snapping her pretty lips shut. Her face was pink, clearly embarrassed by my display, but I couldn’t muster up any regret. I’d had enough of this bullshit. I was going to get to the bottom of what was going on with my wife.
We rode in silence, but I claimed her hand and hauled her close so I could wrap an arm around her. She was still stiff, but our close proximity melted a little of her icy exterior.
Once we arrived at our home, I jumped out and gently pulled Hazel out behind me. Then I swept her into my arms again and took the steps to the front door two at a time. After punching in a code on the keypad beside the entrance, I pushed the door open and jogged up the stairs to our bedroom.
Stalking inside, I hit the light switch with my elbow, then set Hazel down in the center of the room.
She immediately spun around and punched her fists onto her hips. She was breathing hard, and I barely restrained myself from staring at her tits, keeping eye contact instead. It didn’t stop my dick from responding, and it was on the verge of busting my zipper.
“Jamison!” she exclaimed hysterically. “Everyone is going to think you’ve lost your mind!”
Hearing my full name from her lips was the last straw. I swiftly closed the small gap between us and used both hands to grasp the scooped neckline of her satin gown. My adrenaline was at an all-time high, so it took little effort to rip the dress down the center. Hazel gasped, but I was too intent on getting her naked to determine whether it was from outrage or arousal. My tongue slid along my suddenly dry lips as I finally allowed my eyes to feast on her beautiful breasts while I pushed the green fabric off of her shoulders. My gaze followed the path of the dress as it fell and pooled on the ground. Her bra and panties matched her dress, and it pissed me the fuck off. Her entire outfit was a reminder of the aloof, socialite she’d become tonight.
I popped the front clasp on her bra and tugged it off of her. Then I tore away the tiny scrap of fabric standing between me and my wife’s mouthwatering pussy. Finally, she was bare, and I used one hand on her back to press her body into mine. I was still fully clothed in my tux, but I could feel her heat penetrating through the layers, particularly where my cock bulged against her curved belly. My other hand slipped between us and just as I bent my head to capture her lips, I thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
Hazel sucked in a breath, and this time I was certain it was from desire. Her pelvis bucked and her tongue gave as good as it got, dancing furiously with mine. When she was panting with need, her body trembling with anticipation of her orgasm, I stilled my fingers and with monumental effort, tore my mouth from hers.
“Who owns this pussy, peaches?”
“You,” she breathed immediately before her lips chased mine for another drugging kiss. I held back, not completely satisfied with her answer.
“Say my name, Hazel,” I commanded.
“Jamison.”
“Wrong fucking answer, peaches,” I growled, my grip on her tightening. Grasping her waist, I lifted her and laid her on her stomach in the center of our big bed.
“On all fours!” I snapped. She scrambled to obey, and it soothed me a little. But didn’t lessen my fervor, my desperate need for her. I caressed one of her sweet cheeks and murmured, “Good girl.”
I stripped off my clothes so fast it would have made Superman jealous, then climbed onto the bed behind her. “Say my name, baby,” I crooned as I filled my hands with her round ass.
She glanced back at me in confusion and whispered, “Jamison.”
Pulling my hand back, I brought it down on one lily-white cheek with a resounding slap. Hazel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned. Mixing that with the bright red handprint marking her, I couldn’t keep myself from coming just a little.