Series: Club Rio Brava, Book 4
Fifteen years of marriage couldn't still Mark's hunger for his wife's gorgeous body. But overwork as a surgeon and the resultant tiredness were sure doing a number on his libido. Forced to face the direction his life is taking, and realizing he might lose Lynn, Mark decides to take control back--especially in the bedroom.
Opportunity knocks when a chance conversation about a local BDSM club reminds Mark of all the times he and Lynn had gotten off on kinky sex early in their marriage. A visit to Club Rio Brava re-awakens the Dom in Mark, giving him a way to get back to the uninhibited lifestyle he and Lynn enjoyed before work and kids got in the way.
Note: Mark and Lynn are major secondary characters in A Mutual Favor.
The talk he’d had with Eli stuck in Mark’s head through the pretty much routine nerve transposition he’d just finished. Surprising the OR staff, he turned down a case that had arrived in the ER while he’d been finishing up his scheduled case, and headed home. Let the guy on call for hand surgery drag himself in to reattach that severed finger. Eli wanted a shower and bed, and he wanted—no, needed—to fuck his beautiful wife.
For the first time in weeks if not months, Mark was raring to go, not so exhausted all he could think about was sleep. Tonight he felt a spring in his step, and even though running was a bit more than he could handle, he hurried into the house and upstairs. Something smelled sweet, aromatic, seductive when he opened the bedroom door.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw Lynn. No sexy nightgown to cloak her, just Lynn standing naked by the window, her golden skin glowing in the light from a flickering candle. His wife. Mother of their children. But tonight he saw her as a sex goddess awaiting his pleasure.
“Come here.” His mouth felt dry, and his breathing turned ragged. When she sauntered across the room and went down on her knees in front of him, his cock turned rock-hard behind the scrub pants he hadn’t bothered to change out of. “What do you have in mind, down there like that?” The thought of her taking him in her mouth the way she used to do made him want to make this last, almost as much as he wanted to satisfy the formerly dormant libido.
She untied his scrub pants, blew playfully on the skin she uncovered. “I want to taste you, refresh my memory. My love, I’ve missed you so much. Missed this.” With her tongue she stroked his cock head while she cradled his scrotum in both hands.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve missed it, too. That’s it, baby, feels so damn good.” When she took him completely in her mouth and sucked his cock, he almost lost control. “Don’t stop.”
“Mmmm.” She stroked the insides of his thighs as she took him deeper, swallowed convulsively.
He couldn’t remember her ever being so needy, so ravenous, but it felt incredible. He barely noticed his tired muscles, the exhaustion that had overcome him for so long.
For a while he’d wondered if his sex drive was heading south. It obviously wasn’t. Blood slammed into his sex, made him lightheaded. He had to get control of himself or he was going to come before he’d done half the things he wanted to do to Lynn’s sleek, fit body. “Stop, now. If you don’t, this will be over before I’ve gotten to fuck you.” He lifted her face, met her sparkling gaze. “And I’ve been thinking about your hot, sweet cunt for hours. Go lay your gorgeous little self across the bed.”
She did, while he stripped off his clothes before going to his dresser and grabbing four of the ties he seldom wore. Her gaze settled on the ties, and she licked her lips. “Want me to tie you up, the way I used to?” It had been years, since before they’d left their tiny apartment, but he could see excitement in her expression.
“What made you think about this?” she asked as he tied a tie onto each wrist then secured them to the bed. There was a coy note to her voice, a sexy smile playing on her lips.
God, seeing her like this made him grab hold of the part he used to play so naturally that he wondered if he was going to fit at this club better than he’d expected. “You’ve been talking to Maggie. You know why. I think I need to get your mind on something other than playing mind games with your Master.”
She trembled, but her whisper set his blood to raging. “I always liked it when you made me feel helpless.”
“Lie back, relax and enjoy it. I’m going to fuck you until you scream for mercy, but first…” He got between her legs, raised them over his shoulders and caught her clit between his teeth. When she squirmed beneath him, he gave her a smart slap on the butt. Her honey was sweet, sweeter than he remembered, so sweet he was going to lose it. Trying to hold on, give her all the pleasure she hadn’t had for so long, he made a concerted effort to silently recite all the nerve endings in an arm and hand.
It wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t name body parts he worked with nearly every day with total confidence and precision. Not while he was drowning himself in her sweet musk, stroking her silky skin, drinking the fluids that gushed from her hot, wet cunt. Mark slid up her body, a journey of reacquaintance, of erotic sensation…of love that had never gone away even after all the years they’d shared. “I’ve got to have you now.” He whispered against her slack lips, smelled his own musk as her heart pounded against his chest. “We’ll continue playing after…”
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