In Love With My Bully-Chapter 111: Lines and Lingerie

"I mean, do you have one? Because I wouldn’t mind..." she started before catching the subtle smirk on his face. Her voice died mid-sentence. "I’ll just drive."

"Good idea." He reclined slightly, clearly satisfied.

Chay slammed the car into gear a little harder than necessary, cheeks hot. She wasn’t sure if she was blushing from embarrassment or because of the man beside her. She was beginning to see why her father had hired him and also why she might pray for him to die a slow painful death. He made her uncomfortable.

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Drake flopped dramatically onto the wide L-shaped couch in the living room of his bachelor apartment. The weight of his return from his one-week honeymoon settled on him. After his meeting with his father in law, he had been busy from the beginning till the end of the work day. He still had emails to respond to, meetings to prep for but all he could think about was the echoing emptiness in the room.

It was quiet.

He stared up at the ceiling. He missed Queen.

He wasn’t going to lie, not even to himself not when he’d already pulled out his phone twice and scrolled to her name. His thumb hovered over the call button, but he quickly exited the screen. Nope. Not gonna do it. Because he knew exactly how that would go. He’d call, she’d answer in that sultry boss-lady tone of hers, and before he knew it, he’d be halfway across the city with a toothbrush in his back pocket and an overnight bag.

And that’s how it would begin.

One booty call would become a Sunday brunch. Brunch would morph into Netflix nights. Netflix nights would turn into moving in completely.

Nope. He wasn’t falling for it.

Still... he missed her. He smirked as he remembered the last night of their honeymoon. No one told him that a flash marriage could feel this good.

Drake sighed, stretching his long limbs across the sofa. "If she misses me..." he muttered, "which she probably doesn’t..."

He stared at the ceiling.

"She’ll come to me."

Maybe. Hopefully. Eventually. Or not.

He groaned and reached for the remote.

He’d give it two more days.

Then maybe just one booty call.

Drake got up from the couch with a groan partly because he’d been working all day and partly because being home alone after a week of honeymoon sex felt like waking up in a monastery. As he undid his shirt buttons, he moved toward the kitchen. He tossed the shirt onto the head of the couch.

He padded into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck, his thoughts already shifting from deadlines to dinner. Something quick, maybe eggs? A sandwich? He had the energy of a man who didn’t care what he was about to put in his mouth as long as it was edible and didn’t require effort. But just as he opened the pantry door to evaluate his dinner choices, the doorbell rang.

His eyes narrowed, curiosity piqued. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He moved to the door and peeked through the peephole and instantly, the smugest grin formed on his face. There she was. All curves and confidence. There was no need to wait two more days.

He opened the door slowly, leaning against it. "Well, well..."

"I got home and was kind of hungry," Queen purred.

"Kind of?" Drake raised one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Okay. You got me. Very," she said, and with a casual shrug, she dropped her jacket.

Drake’s breath took an immediate leave of absence. "Holy shit!"

Standing in front of him was his wife, Queen Numero wearing what technically qualified as lingerie only because it had string. That was about it. No one had any business looking that good in that little. The garment—if it could be called that—covered just the essentials: a whisper of fabric over her nipples and a delicate triangle of lace teasing her crotch, all held together by some sort of lace sorcery and audacity.

Honestly, when she’d said she was hungry, he’d assumed she meant food. Literal food. Spaghetti maybe. A grilled cheese. Something with carbs. He was not prepared for this kind of hunger but he wasn’t going to say no to it.

Queen leaned in and pushed him back into the apartment with an erotic confidence. "Close the door," she whispered.

"I do like a very hungry woman," he murmured as his voice dropped an octave. His pants were suddenly, painfully, uncomfortably tight.

As the door clicked shut behind them, he scooped her into his arms with a groan and a grin, spinning her around.

"You miss me?" she asked, biting his lower lip gently.

He growled, his hands trailing down her bare thighs. "You already know that, didn’t you?"

"Oh, I do," she whispered, pressing her lips to his ear. "But I wanted to hear you say it."

Drake carried her across the living room, every inch of her sent his senses into overdrive. Queen wrapped her legs around his waist and nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm and teasing.

He laid her down on the couch, and her hair fanned across the throw pillow. She looked up at him, eyes dark, pupils dilated, lips parted.

"God, you’re beautiful," he whispered.

She smirked. "I know."

He lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started soft but Queen was never one to play things slow for long. She tugged him closer, her nails raking lightly down his back, coaxing his body into full alertness.

The thin strip of lace between them did absolutely nothing to hide her need. His fingers traced the straps, teasing the edge of fabric that pretended to cover her breasts.

"This thing," he murmured, brushing his lips over her collarbone, "was not made for subtle entrances." He slid three of his fingers into her wet folds to emphasise his point, then covered her moan with his mouth once more.

Their tongues danced. Hands roamed. She made quick work of his belt, tugging it free with a satisfying snap.

He got to his feet to take off the pants completely and Queen did too but this time, to make him lie on his back. She threw her leg over him, giving him the full view of what wasn’t covered by the lace underwear.

She took his erection down her throat and almost gagged when Drake kissed the inside of her crotch. With his knees, he held her head in place as he dug his tongue into her. He licked and sucked, her whole body shook. He couldn’t help himself from jerking his hips up involuntarily.

Queen was a good girl, she took him all in sucking the life out of him. Her body vibrated with the crash of ecstasy and she screamed in gasps, Drake’s cock slipping out of her mouth.

She turned to face him as her orgasm rocked away and sat on his still engorged member, panties snapped off at the side. That damn thing was holding stuff it couldn’t manage. Drake grabbed her hips and helped her pick up the space, speeding up. her breasts bounced up and down, the slapping sound filling the room.

"I missed you," she screamed as she felt another orgasm racking up.

"Say it again." Drake grunted.

"I missed you," she said, louder now.

"You miss this good dick, uhn? You miss how good I fuck you?"