Page 96 of Striker’s Rebel

I turn her around and press her forward over the table, bending close until my mouth brushes her ear.

“Better pay attention, then.”

Her breath catches.

That’s more like it.

My hands settle on her hips while I kiss along the side of her neck, breathing her in.

Almost two years married and I still know every place that makes her shiver. Still know which sound means she’s teasing and which one means she’s done playing.

Still love that I’m the man who gets all of them.

She looks back at me over her shoulder, blue eyes already darkening.

“I like it when you get bossy.”

My mouth curves against her skin.

“Good thing you married me.”

I press her down over the table, one palm between her shoulder blades while the other catches the hem of my shirt on her and pushes it up her back.

Bare underneath.

Fuck.

“Planning this?”

“Maybe.”

“Trouble.”

“You like me that way.”

“Yeah. I fucking do.”

I kiss her shoulder, then bite down just enough to make her inhale sharply.

My hand slides over her bare ass and between her thighs.

She’s soaked.

Fuck.

June shifts against the table, already impatient.

“Striker.”

“Now you're just being greedy.”

That gets me a look over her shoulder.

My fingers slide through her, then inside, and her head drops with a low moan.

“That what you wanted?”

“Yes.”