She leaned back against him. “L…Love you.” It was getting easier and easier to say the words.
He bit her ear. “Love you, too, but now, I want you to say the other words.”
Other words? Frowning, she asked, “Let’s f**k?”
“Gladly.” And then he was taking off his clothes, and making her grip the pole tightly, he nudged her legs apart and made her bend forward before slowly and steadily pushing his c**k inside her. She was already wet, and the fact that she always was for him warmed Mykolas to the core.
Idly, he caressed her breast with one hand and played with her cl*t using the other while he continued to torture her with slow and steady strokes, knowing it was going to drive her insane.
“Mykolas,” Velvet choked out.
He made his thrusts even slower.
Velvet gritted her teeth. “Stop torturing me, dammit.”
“But what do you want?”
She glared at him even as she gasped, “Harder—” And she screamed as he started thrusting hard into her, enough to have her br**sts slam against the pole again and again with every hard and heavy thrust. Her heart thrummed with every shove of Mykolas’ cock, and she couldn’t help but moan when he started pinching her nipple while setting the pace of his thrusts.
Mykolas suddenly lifted one of her legs up, almost to the point that it was vertical to the pole. When he pushed back into her, his c**k slid deeper into her with the new position, and the feel of him filling her so fully made Velvet see stars.
“Mykolas!” She screamed his name with each pounding of his cock. Each time, she wanted it harder and each time he did succeed at thrusting into her harder. With her leg up, Velvet was left completely open to his possession, and she couldn’t recall ever feeling this full. Every thrust sent her to new heights, and soon she was gasping, “Mykolas, I’m coming—”
The words, spoken in Velvet’s sweet husky voice, were more potent than any sex pill, making Mykolas’ balls tighten as it readied its release. Swiftly, he turned her head to the side so he could capture her mouth in a kiss the same time he shoved his c**k as deeply as he could inside her – deep enough to reach her womb.
She screamed into his mouth as she came, and he growled her name against her lips as he came with her. The orgasm took forever but at the same time, it felt like it didn’t last long enough.
Velvet was limp with exhaustion when it was over, and she gladly surrendered herself to her husband’s ministrations as he took them to the shower and soaped her body. By the time it was over, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open as he rubbed her dry and brought her back to the bedroom.
“Pole…hide...” She knew she was mumbling incoherently, but she just couldn’t rouse herself long enough to tell Mykolas that she still had to figure out how to stop Dodds from seeing the pole. It would be so embarrassing if he did, Velvet thought drowsily.
“Sleep, my love,” he murmured soothingly as he pulled her to him, spoon fashion. “I’ll take care of everything.” He meant every word, and it didn’t matter what she would ask of him. Losing her once – twice – had taught him a precious lesson the hard way, and he did not need it repeated again. Not in this f**king lifetime. Velvet was his heart. His life. He literally could not live without her the same way a man wouldn’t be able to survive without a heart that beat.
Velvet reached for his hand under the covers and brought it to her heart. “L…”
He kissed her head. “I know. I feel the same.”
She still made herself say it even as she felt herself drifting further into unconsciousness. “Love you.” Only then was she able to sleep, safe and happy in the knowledge that she had been able to tell Mykolas she loved him.
When she woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning and Mykolas was no longer at home. She was also relieved to see that the pole was gone from their bedroom. Sweet man, Velvet thought with a smile. He had really taken care of it. When she checked her phone for the time, she saw a message from her husband.
Come to the office as soon as you can. It’s my turn to show you my risk gift.
Oh my God! You risked going to work late for li’l ole me? I am soooo flattered!
Stop being a smartass if you don’t want to risk a spanking.
Smiling, she made haste in taking a shower and dressing up before having one of the drivers take her to Mykolas’ workplace. The entire building had been redecorated, down to the color of the walls. No excuses had been made, but when she saw for the first time how much change his own office had undergone, Velvet knew it had been all for her.
Mykolas didn’t want her to have any bad memories of the place.
And she didn’t, knowing and appreciating the lengths he had gone to to make the memories disappear.
As she took the elevator to get to his office, Velvet wondered what kind of risk Mykolas was taking for her. The damn man wasn’t exactly afraid of taking a lot of risks, after all. In fact, the only risk she knew of was being caught ha**ng s*x in public, and that was only because he was possessive about her and did not want to have anyone see her naked.
Mykolas, looking sophisticated and dazzlingly handsome in a sleek gray suit and a pink tie, was waiting for her right outside the elevator when the doors slid open. She found herself a little dazed – but happily so – when he welcomed her with a more passionate kiss than usual. Normally, he liked to be circumspect with his staff.
“Umm, everything okay?” As they walked to his office, she couldn’t help but notice that everyone working on his floor was staring at them, whispering, giggling, and smirking.
“Perfectly fine.” There was an indolent air about him that made Velvet’s eyes narrow.
“You didn’t just masturbate, did you?”
He choked and demanded under his breath, “Why the f**k would you think I’d do that?”
She answered in a low, accusing voice, “Because it’s like you just had sex!”
“You’re almost right.” His lips formed a smile that had shivers running down her spine for some reason. “You just got the timing wrong. I’m about to have sex.” He opened the door to his office.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She now knew why everyone had been giving them odd looks. Mykolas had reinstalled her dance pole in his office – and everyone here had seen it! “Mykolas!” But she was being gently but firmly pushed inside his office and when she whirled around to face Mykolas, she saw him locking the door and then slowly taking off his blazer, his fierce glowing eyes focused on hers.