He climbed onto the bed, leaned back against the pillows, and wrapped his hand around himself. Slowly, he started stroking.
“Oh, baby…” he murmured, biting his lower lip as his hand moved up and down in long, deliberate strokes. His gaze stayed locked on mine.
My breath caught in my throat. I pressed both hands over my mouth, eyes wide. I had never pictured my husband this way—naked, shameless, stroking himself while he stared at me like I was the only thing in the world. He looked impossibly sexy. Dangerous, even.
And I couldn’t look away.
“Ahhh, f**k…” Richard groaned, tilting his head back, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they snapped back to mine. “Please, Payton… watch me. Ahhh… see what you’re doing to me.”
He trembled, his voice thick and desperate.
“Richard…” I whisper
