Chapter 95 Fifteen Minutes

Chapter 95 Fifteen Minutes

LYLA

Zephyr had been back from the office for hours, holed up in his study like the workaholic he was. And yet, he was always the first to lecture me about taking breaks. Hypocrite.

It was already a few minutes past one, and the lights in the rest of the house had been turned off, except for the one that came from beneath his study door.

I pushed it open gently.

Papers were spread across his desk haphazardly, his suit jacket was slung over the back of the chair, and his tie was half-untied, hanging loosely around his collar.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair had been through a lot.

Still, he looked so damn good.

If I had a camera, I'd have taken a picture of this moment. Of how he looked so… raw like this. So unfiltered.

"Hi, baby," I said softly, walking in with a glass of juice.

He took the tie off completely and tossed it to the side, pushing his chair back as his eyes lifted to mine. His expression softened immediately.

"Hi, Wildflower."

I set the glass gently on the desk and climbed into his lap without asking, placing an arm around his shoulders.

His warmth enveloped me instantly.

"I don't like you working this hard," I murmured.

"I'll be done in an hour, I promise," he replied, though his hand was already toying with the strap of my nightgown, like he'd forgotten the mountain of files altogether.

I reached for the glass of juice and held it to his lips. He took a sip.

"Come to bed," I whispered, combing through his hair with my fingers. "You can continue in the morning. You've been at this since you got back. At this rate, I'm scared you'll…"

"I don't fall sick, babe," he said with a small smile.

"I know. But still… you're always telling me not to overwork, and now look at you."

He smirked, his voice dropping a little. "Wildflower, you're human. I'm not."

"It doesn't matter," I countered, tightening my arms around his neck. "You're still my husband. And I don't like seeing you being worn down by work."

He leaned in, kissing my jaw. "Someone's getting clingy."

"I'm your wife. I'm allowed."

He started kissing my neck, breathing in my scent, and I tilted my head to give him better access.

"Thirty minutes," he said against my skin. "Just give me thirty more minutes."

"Fifteen,"

"Thirty."

"Fifteen."

He laughed softly, licking a sensitive spot beneath my jaw. "Alright then, Wildflower," he said with a mischievous smirk, still planting kisses down my neck.

"Zeph," I whispered, trying to stay grounded. "You have fifteen minutes to finish up work. Then we're going to bed."

He paused, raising his head to meet my gaze. A mischievous grin hooked his lip. "Darling, those fifteen minutes aren't going to be spent on work."

As he spoke, his hands tugged at the straps of my nightdress, pulling them aside until my bare breasts were exposed.

He cupped one in his palm, lowering his head to take a nipple into his warm mouth.

My head fell back, moaning as he sucked and teased, his tongue circling my areolas before the main nipple.

Unknowingly, I'd bartered away fifteen minutes to be utterly ruined with pleasure. If only I'd known what I was signing up for.

Sneaky bastard.

After a few more sucks, I gently pushed his head back, got off his legs to reposition myself better, and straddled him.

As I wrapped my arms around his neck, Zephyr moved to the other nipple, showering it with the same aching attention as the first, his lips and tongue working in tandem.

I began to grind against him slowly, already feeling the rock-hard press of him under me.

He was thick and ready.

But the more I ground against him, the more his cock hardened even further. I enjoyed that reaction.

Zephyr groaned against my breast, the sound turning me on even more.

I held on to his shoulders for support, watching his green eyes grow a darker shade when he pulled back to look at me.

"You knew exactly what you were doing," I scolded, moving against him again.

His hands grabbed my waist as I looked into his eyes.

"Fifteen minutes? You're cruel, Zephyr."

I ground down hard on him again, earning another groan.

I wasn't wearing anything under my nightgown, so the only barrier between us was Zephyr's pants.

I could already feel how soaked the front of them had become, but I didn't care.

I wanted my arousal to smear all over him.

"Apologize to me," I whispered, unbuckling his belt slowly.

He leaned back, his eyes trained on mine with a cocky, unapologetic glint.

"I'm sorry, mama," he drawled playfully, although I could feel the heat.

"You don't sound sorry," I said, still taking my time in unfastening his pants.

"I'm not," he replied, still with that smirk.

I fixed my straps and got off his lap, faking annoyance as I turned away.

I'd barely made it two steps before I heard him push his chair back.

Zephyr caught me by the waist, pulling me against him, before turning a little to clear the things on his table: files, books, papers, pens, with a glide of his arm.

They scattered across the floor.

He then lifted me and set me on the edge of the table, caging me in with his arms, as he leaned in.

"I love when you put up an attitude," he drawled sexily. "Especially a fake one."

I blushed.

"You see, I just can't let you go, Wildflower, especially after making such a mess on my pants,"

A hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my drenched spot, teasing me by merely running his fingers through it. Up and down.

I closed my eyes at the feel, shifting forward into his touch.

"You get so wet for me, baby," he said softly, catching my bottom lip beneath his teeth.

He pulled gently, then pushed a finger into me. I gasped into his mouth, grabbing his shirt with one hand, while the other kept me steady on the desk.

He kissed me at the same time he slid the other finger inside me, thrusting into me faster and faster. I pulled back from the kiss to look into his eyes as he took me to seventh heaven with just his fingers.

"Do you still want to go to bed, Wildflower?" he asked, then paused the thrusting. "Perhaps I should stop."

"If you stop, I'll never talk to you again." My voice was supposed to sound firm, but it came out desperate and breathy.

"Was that supposed to be a threat?"

I rocked into his fingers again, needing more.

A wicked smile curled across Zephyr's lips. "Because it sounded more like a plea."

He resumed thrusting his fingers into me, but slower this time, and deeper, drawing another moan from my lips.

My grip on his shirt tightened.

"Baby, you're trembling, and our fifteen minutes are just beginning," he murmured, pressing a brief kiss to my lips.

"Is it the pleasure, or the fact that you know I'm nowhere near done with you yet?"

I couldn't answer, too focused on the feel of each thrust.