Choices will Destroy (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 14) (46 page)

When the leather was pulled away, it revealed a lace bra that hid nothing.

“Oh, this gets better and better,” he muttered. He wanted to nibble on her pebbled nipples, right through the material.

“Move closer,” he whispered. “God! Move closer! I need to taste my wife.”

“Oh, she had plans, but he wasn’t in charge. Sliding up his body, Livy made sure to press herself along his torso, making sure there was full contact. The second the wet heat left his erection, he was begging.

“No! I need more. I want more.”

She was about to give him what he wanted, and what she wanted.

Livy wanted his mouth on her. Normally, their sex life was fast. They had six kids. There was no foreplay. Now… there was going to be that and so much more.

Sliding up his body, she straddled his broad chest. “I want you to make me cum,” she said, hiking up the tiny skirt.

Gabe tried to touch her, but his hands were pinned. It was infuriating.

“Set me free,” he ordered.

Instead, she lowered herself to his mouth. Immediately, Gabe accepted her invitation.

He devoured.

He went wild.

The entire time, Gabe was unable to get enough. As she ground down on his mouth, he tore that first gasp of orgasm from her.

Livy came.

Gabe wanted more.

He never wanted this night to end. This was so hot that he was pretty sure that he was going to think about it for years to come. Livy was taking charge, and he loved it.

His sweet woman had a wicked streak, and he hoped it never disappeared.

Once more, he had a glimpse of the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. This impulsiveness turned him on, and it had won his heart.

He teased her with his tongue and teeth. He was horny as hell, but he wanted her to get off as many times as she could. Life would interrupt again, but Gabe made a vow.

He’d take the time to do this more often.

He missed it.

Livy gasped, her body shaking. When she came again, her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel Gabe struggling to stay in control.

She loved him wild like this.

Reaching back, she stroked him. He was rock hard. The man was definitely enjoying it.

And she was too.

“As she moved off his body, her lips tormented him. First, she teased his ear, then his nipples, and finally, she found his erection with her mouth.

“God! I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he admitted, his teeth clenched.

“What do you want, Mr. Rothschild?”

“I want you to ride me. I want to be buried in your body. I want to make you cum.”

She loved when he was wild. Gabe was like a storm, and she was trapped in the middle of it.

Whipping off the bra, she loved the moan that escaped his lips. Gabe was a tit man, and this was proof.

He licked his lips as she straddled his hips.

He knew what was coming.

As he prepared for the slide into her, she caught him off guard. Instead, she slid back up his body, dangling her breasts in front of him like an offering.

Gabe was in heaven. All he need was his hands. Instead of setting him free, she teased him.

He could feel her heels against his legs, her breasts were in his face, and her hair was tickling his flesh.

His wife was out of control.

This was his personal nirvana.

As he captured one of her nipples with his mouth, he used his teeth and lips to torment her.

Her breathy little gasps turned him on. He was struggling to breathe as she rubbed against him. “Want more, Gabriel?” she whispered.

“God! Yes! I want all!”

She slid back, impaling herself on his dick.

He nearly came.

It was a fight to stay in control. The hot, wet heat from her body made his eyes cross, and his blood boil.

“Olivia,” he muttered, trying not to lose it.

She gave him a second, sitting across his hips. He was buried in her body, and she loved the power. There was nothing sexier than having Gabriel Rothschild, the head of the FBI, begging in their bed.

“Have you been a bad boy, Gabriel?” she asked, moving slightly.

“Yes! Yes, I have! Use me,” he muttered, ready for her to do anything she wanted to him.

Livy went up on her knees, keeping just the tip of him in her body. “Fuck me,” she said.

He went wild.

His hips bucked, and he repeatedly buried himself in her body. He couldn’t stop. This was beyond anything he’d ever thought she’d offer him.

She could see him getting frustrated. Gabe wasn’t getting all the way into her. She knew what would happen if she set him free, and it sent goose bumps across her flesh.

She wanted him, and he had been a good boy.

Leaning forward, she hit the release on the one cuff. It didn't take him long to realize he was free.

Immediately, he pulled her down, slamming himself deep into her body.

“Oh, God!” he moaned.

Livy came again. Just the wildness, and him hitting that one spot, put her over the edge. As she rode out the waves of pleasure, she could feel the whole world tipping around her.

Then, she was flat on her back with Gabe still in her.

“My turn,” he whispered before he began pounding his way into her body. He couldn’t be gentle because he was too far gone. All he wanted was to take his wife until they were both sweaty, spent, and empty.

He needed this.

He wanted her.

Gabe was back in charge.

He held on through the storm, and when he pinned her arms above her head, he was ready to explode.

“So hot,” he muttered, as her legs wrapped around his hips. With each well-placed thrust, he drove them closer.

And finally…over.

They both came, shouting each other’s names, as they tumbled over the edge.

Gabe erupted, pouring into his wife. She arched into his body, begging for more.

Then he went deaf, dumb, and blind.

The pleasure had pulled him under. The only thing he could feel was his own blood pumping through his heart.

“Oh, Gabriel,” Livy whispered, as his ear was right beside her mouth. “You better plan on doing this over and over again. I liked seducing you.”

He laughed. “I love you, Livy,” he whispered. “That was beyond hot. That was some awesome kinkery.”

She snorted. Her heels were still on, and the leather skirt looked more like a belt.

“You are most definitely permitted to shop with Elizabeth. Every week, I expect a new treat from my trick.”

She giggled. “I like being a bad girl.”

“Mmmmm. Spanking.”

She snorted.

“She has the matching outfit.”

“Ruining it,” he muttered.

She laughed. “Gabriel?”

When she said his name, he lifted his head. Green eyes met green. “Yes, Olivia?”

“Thank you for being my husband. I’m a really lucky girl.”

He grinned, and that smile from fifteen years ago was back. She’d recognize it anywhere.

“Oh look. I think you’re about to get lucky again.”

She giggled.

Then she moaned.

 
         
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Damascus

He didn't come to bed.

When Cyra put Bethe to sleep, she had hoped that they could talk. She knew what she did damaged them, but she didn't know how to fix it.

A part of her wanted to give him time. If she let him get accustomed to not working, he’d be fine. At the beginning, she had been bored too, but it would grow on him.

Right?

Yeah, and then eat away at him even more.

A part of her—the part that loved him more than herself—wanted to call Elizabeth and tell her how she had screwed up. Now she needed to figure out how badly she wanted him home.

Was it worth it?

Could she face every day watching the man she loved fall apart?

Was her happiness really worth his pain?

If she made that call, begging Elizabeth to take him back, Cyra knew she couldn’t change her mind. Even if she hated the outcome, she’d have to swallow it for him.

Could she live with that?

Cyra ran her hands through her blonde hair, and she was frustrated. She just wanted her husband home more often. She only wanted him to see her, pay attention to her, and want to be around.

Then again, she knew what his life was like. He was a Fed. He was a doctor. They were two heavy weights to carry, and he was also trying to be a husband and father.

It had to be daunting, even for someone as intelligent as Chris.

Moving through the house, she couldn’t find him anywhere. Cyra only hoped that he hadn’t left in anger.

Then again, could she blame him?

She’d threatened him with an ultimatum, and that was really wrong.

Now she had to make amends.

As she headed into their kitchen, Cyra noticed that the door to the garage was slightly ajar, and there was a cold breeze blowing in to the room.

Was he trying to freeze himself?

As she peeked in, he wasn’t in his black Mercedes, but the red one he’d owned for the last fifteen years. As he sat behind the wheel, a glass of scotch on the dash, she now had her proof that he was in a bad place.

Chris loved this vehicle.

It held some sentimental tie to his past, only she wasn’t quite sure what it was. The only thing he’d tell her was that he found his future in the passenger seat of the car.

So it mattered to him, and Cyra had let it go.

As she looked in, his phone was on his lap, and he was asleep. She picked up the phone and turned it on. It was set to a picture that made her want to cry.

It wasn’t her.

It wasn’t Bethe.

It was one of him, Tony, and Elizabeth. They were in the morgue, sitting on a table. Across the bottom, there was text.

               
   ‘Best Friends until death.’

Her heart broke for so many reasons. She’d isolated him from the people who gave him stability. He had seen things she never could imagine, and they’d gotten him through it.

Now he was facing the demons alone.

She’d done something she swore she would never do. She got jealous and made him choose.

Putting the phone back on his leg, she headed back inside. Cyra had to fix this.

There had to be a way to get his job back. She couldn’t let him drift like this. Yes, they needed him, but to keep him all to herself was selfish. She thought back to the two other people in that picture.

Tony was his buddy. He’d pop in and cheer Chris up whenever he was out of sorts.

Elizabeth was a part of his past that he didn't talk about, but Cyra knew she mattered.

There was love there, but now she saw it was more. They were part of her husband. They mattered to the man she dedicated her life to, so they should matter to her too.

Despite the reason why, she needed to trust the man she married. He wouldn’t hurt her, and definitely not like she’d hurt him.

She was insane to be jealous.

Cyra now understood.

Chris loved them all. By making him choose, she risked his love. It was like asking him to sever a limb. He needed everything to be complete.

She was a fool.

Back in her bedroom, she knew it was late where Elizabeth was, but she didn't have a choice. It was wake her up, or watch her husband suffer until they were back from the case.

That was something she couldn’t risk. She was about to incur the wrath of the woman who could save her husband. Their relationship was already rocky.

But she had no choice. Cyra was putting it all in the hands of a woman who loved her husband.

Fate was now in control.

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Across The Country

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