The Billionaire's Torment

Chapter 11. Sick

Max's POV

I closed the door, zoomed in on my wife. She back walked to the bed until the back of her knees hit the bed, her eyes watching me wearily. As her butt met the bed, l was upon her. I braced my fisted hands on both sides of her hips and crowded her. Her fragrant breath teased my senses, l breathed into her face.

“ What's with the look? Can't l come to my wife’s bedroom to say goodnight?.”

She blinked and flattered her lashes, “ we already said goodnight at the door.”

“ True, but what if l wanted more, would you give it to me?.”

She scooted towards the middle of the bed, her chest heaving. I followed her and pinned her down.

“ Give you what?.” She whispered, her wide eyes resembled a trapped mongoose.

I pecked her nose, “ come on darling, you know what l mean.”

Her gaze turned into a glare, “ if you mean s.x forget it. I still have a big butt, it has not shrunk.”

Dammit, my words came to bite me in the ass. I got down from the bed, hauled her off the bed, sat down and tugged