Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“What kind of belt is this? Where are the notches?”

There’s a momentary pause in between my wild thoughts when Daisy tugs on my belt buckle too hard, eliciting a groan out of me.

“It’s not a standard buckle.” I place my hands above hers in an attempt to show her, when she pulls her hands away.

“Why does everything have to be so complicated with you?”

I unbuckle my belt with lightning speed. If it’s making my wife cranky, especially in the middle of something so important, I’ll burn my expensive belt collection and give up wearing belts altogether.

“There.” I search for her in the dark, and my fingers meet her soft strands. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m just nervous.” Her hands are back on my thighs, once again ready to take me to a high.

“Me too,” I reply truthfully, my fingers brushing her cheek.

“Thanks for saying that. I feel better already.”

My thumb drifts to her mouth, and I feel the indentation of her teeth digging into her plump bottom lip.

God, I want to kiss her right now, but I also want to experience what she’s willing to show me.

It’s the kind of indecision I could start to love.

“I’m happy to be of service, butterfly.”

“I love when you call me that.” Her voice is a whisper as she admits something I already know.

“I love calling you that.”

The tiny chuckle that slips past her lips drowns out as her hands reach my cock, which stands erect through my pants like a soldier at attention.

“Someone’s excited?”

“That someone has been excited since you got down on your knees. Fuck!” My words tumble over one another when Daisy unzips my pants and starts to massage me over my boxers.

The sensations become unbearable, and I place my hands over hers.

“Am I not doing it right?” she asks politely—too politely—making my cock jerk.

That tease.

If she only knew my cock is a lesser problem. It’s my heart that rattles so loud that I worry I might just pass out when she speaks in that soft, honey-dipped voice.

“Not at all. But have some mercy on me and go slow.”

Her hand finally stills for a beat, and she asks, “Does this mean I made you beg again?”

I never imagined I’d be laughing as hard as I am right now when there’s a woman—no, not just any woman, but Daisy—on her knees before me with her hands inside my pants.

“Yes, my competitive wife, you made me beg again. Now, if we’ve done enough talking for the night, I’d like your mouth to be occupied with something other than baiting me.”

“Thank you for voicing your defeat. Since you asked so nicely, I’m going to blow your mind tonight.”

And God does she keep to her promise.

I rise a little in the air, helping her get my pants and boxers down past my knees, and the moment my cock is free, she whimpers.

“Holy fuck. It’s so huge up close.” Daisy’s tone filled with wonder and amazement, has me biting my lip.