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  He gave a groan and circled his hips, dragging his cock around and around inside her, letting those sexy muscles clamping around him drag along his shaft. Then he gathered her closer, his hands clenching her soft bottom, and stroked toward her core, not caring that the motions shook his desk and sent his inbox flying toward the floor. He banged her the way she said she wanted it, loosing the sweet violence until his balls tightened painfully, and he gave a shout.

  Release was a sweet agony, pulsing, hot streams filling her, lubricating her channel, lending a moist punctuation to his waning strokes.

  When he finally stopped, his chest was heaving. He rested atop her, loving the way she petted his hair and shoulders.

  Her lips glided against his temple. “I love you.”

  Taking a deep breath to slow his heartbeats, he pushed up on his elbows. Her mouth was blurred, messy, glossy. Irresistible. He kissed her passionately, like he hadn’t since they’d first married. “Thanks for doing this tonight, sweetheart. I didn’t realize until now how far apart we’ve drifted.”

  Her mouth curved. “Not mad?”

  “Humbled that I matter so much to you.” He cleared his throat and gave her a wry smile. “Do we have to rush home?”

  “The sitter said to take my time.” She arched a brow. “What do you have in mind?”

  “A hotel room. I’d really like to have that lap dance. And to play with your pretty cunt a little more.”

  Lily laughed, the sound surprising her because it was throaty, sexy—so unlike her, but freeing just the same. She felt like a goddess, basking in her husband’s hot, intense stare. She quivered, just a little, at that hint of restrained violence still coiled in his tight body. She’d surprised him. But he’d surprised her too. He didn’t know it, but there was a true dominant male hiding there inside him—something else she’d been reading up on. “Promise you’ll talk dirty to me? I liked the way you said that word.”

  His grin didn’t lighten the harshness of his features. “I’ll give you the words, but I’d prefer to show you just how dirty I can be, sweetheart.”

  Lily groaned then gave another laugh. When he pulled free, she lay there, sprawled on his desk, her legs splayed, because he couldn’t seem able to tear his glance away from her “pretty cunt.” If this was what he needed, she didn’t mind. Not when the reward warmed her to her toes.

  He held out his hand. “Up. Now.”

  She gave him her hand and let him pull her from the desk. She teetered for a moment on her heels then milked the moment by falling against his chest. Cotton couldn’t contain the heat of his skin. A smack landed on her bottom, and she gasped, flashing him a wide-eyed glance, but pleased beyond words.

  He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Yeah, I’ll give you more of that, seeing as you liked it so much.”

  Lily swallowed hard and nodded. “What I liked was that you didn’t ask.”

  His mouth curved. His gaze narrowed as he raked her with one last glance. “Get dressed.”

  She didn’t hesitate again, warming to his clipped, impatient tone. Maybe she’d taken the initiative this night, but Brent had more than risen to the challenge. She’d cede this battle, and every one after it, as she tweaked him into the lover she wanted, because after all these years, she’d finally figured out what they both needed.

  Brent led her through the door, bent and swiped her coat from the floor, then held it for her to slide her arms inside. He fastened the buttons down the front and cinched her belt tight. “When we get to my car, I want your bare ass on the seat.”

  When he turned to precede her out the door rather than hold it for her politely, she melted again. Yeah, she’d leave a great big wet spot on the leather. And maybe she’d flash her boobs at the concierge when they got to the hotel.

  Tonight, she’d found her inner vixen…and her body’s master.

  *

  Eager, Brent let himself in the front door. The children were staying with his parents for the night. Lily had told him that at breakfast and given him “the look.” He’d been hard all day thinking about all the things they could do inside the comfort of their home without having to worry about being interrupted. And he’d set a plan in motion.

  He walked softly through the house, noted the table set for two—candles not yet lit—the smell of pasta cooking in the oven. He climbed the stairs, his heart already drumming, his cock thickening more. At the bedroom door, he gave it a nudge and stood in the doorframe, looking at his pretty wife sitting at her vanity, stroking perfume on her wrists, and wearing nothing.

  Perfect.

  Keeping his expression remote, he strode toward her, stopping when he was behind her and their gazes met in the glass. “My dinner’s not ready,” he said, his voice cool.

  Her gaze lowered in mock subservience. “I was lazy today. As soon as the children left, I soaked in the tub.”

  “Did you do anything else? Anything that would displease me?”

  She bit her lower lip—likely to capture her smile before it spread across her mouth. “I made myself come.”

  “With your fingers?”

  She shook her head. “Um, with the handle of your flogger.”

  He drew a short, sharp breath. Not something he had to feign because he had an instant vision of what that must have looked like. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gave her a squeeze. “The flogger’s my property. So is your cunt. You know what happens next.”

  Her gaze was solemn, but the hard spikes of her nipples told him she’d been waiting for punishment, dying by inches until he came home to deliver it.

  He lifted his hands and walked to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he patted his knee. “Now, Lily.”

  Again, she bit her mouth, but she rose and walked to him, her nude body gleaming with a generous application of body oil. His hands itched to smooth over her body. Her scent nearly drove him mad.

  When she stood beside him, she lowered and bent over his lap.

  Rather than begin the swats that warmed her ass and her sex—a lovely prelude to sex—he laid his hand on her bottom and held still.

  She pushed up to look back at him, a question in her eyes.

  “We’ve been doing this for a couple of months, Lily. You disobey. I apply punishment. We fuck like rabbits. Is it becoming our new routine?”

  A frown marred her brow, and she made a move to push up from his lap, but he pushed two fingers inside her—his gauge to her true state of arousal.

  “I’ve decided that we should make a change or two. Perhaps expand our horizons.”

  “You’re already bored?”

  She sounded appalled—and he wasn’t bored. Not at all, but he did like keeping her wondering what game he’d play next. He swirled inside her, then pinched her sensitive inner labia. “I don’t want you to become complacent,” he said, his voice huskier. Lord, he hoped she liked what he’d arranged. “I want you to appreciate how dedicated I am to providing you everything you need.”

  “But you do, Brent. Don’t ever think you don’t.”

  He gave her a small smile, but kept his expression neutral. “I’ll see to your punishment in a bit, but right now I want to lay something new on you.”

  A wary light entered her gaze. Fluid released to wet his fingers. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

  His smile stretched. “I’m so glad you said that. Lou, would you come in now?”

  His partner opened the door and stood there, his gaze taking in the sight of Lily bent over his lap, her lush ass bared to his view. His face grew flushed as he stared.

  “Oh my God! Brent!”

  Lily tried to slide sideways from his lap, but he stiffened his knees and grabbed for her waist.

  “Do you trust me, Lily?”

  “Of course, I do.”

  “Then why are you fighting me?”

  “Because… Lou… Oh, fuck.” She stopped her struggles and went lax, her head drooping. “The last time he saw me in my birthday suit—”


  “Was something I’ll never forget, Lily,” Lou said softly. “I tell Brent every day how lucky he is to have you.”

  Brent cleared his throat. “The thing is, Lily, I already know you harbor a deep streak of exhibitionism inside you. You never miss a chance to flash the concierge or the bellhop. You waltzed naked to the door to let him in the last time we were at the Hampton.”

  Her breaths were beginning to shiver, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because she was upset or excited. He lifted her and forced her to sit on his knee. He turned her face to his with a finger under her chin. “Baby, I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, and I know you would never step outside our marriage.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe I should have asked you first, but I figured if I did, you’d refuse because you’d be embarrassed.”

  Her gaze slid away for a moment, darting toward Lou who was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Brent had warned him there was a fifty-fifty chance she’d refuse.

  Her gaze flickered over Lou’s frame as though assessing him as a sexual partner for the very first time. “What exactly do you want to have happen, Brent?”

  He cupped a breast and thumbed her nipple. “I want to share you with him. He’s single. He genuinely likes and respects you. And I know you think he’s good-looking.”

  Her eyes widened. “You want to share me? How can you want that?”

  He arched a brow. “Were you thinking he was just here to watch?”

  Her lips pouted. “I hate that I’m so predictable.”

  “Baby, you surprise me all the time. Weren’t you the one who sent me a picture of your cunt right before I went into court yesterday?”

  She grimaced. “Did you delete it?”

  He arched a brow. “And have one of the kids find it when they borrow my phone?”

  She blew out a relieved breath. “I had nightmares that my pussy would be all over the internet.”

  “Don’t I always take care of you, baby?” he said, lowering his voice.

  She nodded and dropped her head. “I guess I’m just a little scared.”

  “Of being with another man?”

  “I’m worried you’ll think less of me if I like this too much.”

  Feeling smug, because he’d anticipated her concerns perfectly, he tapped her nose. “Lou knows this is a one-time thing. He’ll never mention it again, not to soul. Not to me or you. But it will be our secret—and my gift to you.”

  Lily placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a brief, wet kiss. “Does this do anything for you?”

  Brent rubbed the tip of nose against hers. “Baby, I’ve always wanted to watch you from a distance. You’re so beautiful, but when I’m next to you or inside you, I can’t take all of you in. Watching Lou with you will be my pleasure. Your pleasure will come from knowing that this is something I want, and we both promise you, up front, that you’ll get multiple orgasms for your generosity.”

  She raised both brows. “My generosity?”

  “For allowing me to touch you,” Lou said, coming into the room. “Let’s just say, I’ve always admired you, and I consider this a privilege.”

  She shook her head, and Brent’s stomach tensed. If she wasn’t into this, then he’d made a terrible mistake. But then she placed her hand over his, still caressing her breast. “I suppose he heard all about the flogger.”

  “Yeah. ’Fraid so,” Lou murmured.

  “Well, it’s on the bathroom counter, Lou,” she said, her gaze never leaving Brent’s face. “I misused Brent’s favorite flogger; someone has to punish me.”

  Lou chuckled as he headed to the bathroom.

  “You may as well get comfortable,” Brent called after him, his gaze roaming her dear face.

  “Keep the playing field level,” Lou yelled from inside the bathroom.

  Lily leaned close. “He means, if his junk’s going to be out there, so should yours.”

  He laughed and scooted her off his lap, and then with her help, he stripped, leaving her to fold his clothing.

  When she’d refolded his slacks a second time, he went to her, looping his arms around her middle as he pulled her back against his torso. “I love you. Don’t worry that this will change anything. We’ve been trying new stuff—this is just…punching it up a notch.”

  “Next thing I know you’ll be taking me to a sex club.”

  He cupped both breasts and gave them a squeeze. “Will you wear a pair of tall leather boots for me?”

  Lily angled her head to look back at him. A saucy grin stretched her mouth. “I will, if I don’t have to wear anything else.”

  The bathroom door creaked open. Together, they turned to face Lou, who was pursing his lips and blowing out a deep breath. He was nude and his cheeks were flushed. “Am I interrupting, ’cause I can go back inside.”

  Brent suppressed a grin and gestured toward the bed. “Go ahead and get rid of everything except the bottom sheet.”

  When his friend had stripped the bed, Lou sat on the edge. “Now, this isn’t at all awkward.”

  Brent turned Lily fully toward the bed and kissed her cheek. “Lou’s clean, Lily. He showed me the proof.” He pinched her chin and turned her face to meet his gaze. “And since you’re on the pill, we’re going to dispense with condoms. That okay with you?”

  She nodded—and gave a little shiver.

  Brent dropped his gaze to Lily’s mouth. “Is that Waitress Red?”

  She nodded again, gave him an impish smile, and pushed his arms from her waist. Then she walked toward Lou whose gaze remained fixed on her pretty tits.

  Since neither of them was paying him any attention now, Brent pulled the armchair beside the bed.

  Knowing Brent would be watching every move added a nice edge to Lily’s arousal. She still couldn’t believe Brent had arranged this. Had she done something to let both men know that after her initial embarrassment over flashing Lou, she enjoyed the memory? Certainly, she’d found plenty of reasons to stop by the office over the past weeks, and every time she glanced Lou’s way, he’d given her a warm smile.

  Brent knew her well, and never chastised her when she teased the staff at the hotel they met at for sexy rendezvous. But this was taking her penchant for exhibitionism to the extreme.

  Still, she never felt sexier, not the way Lou was eyeing her breasts. His cock was quickly filling, and it was an impressive erection. Thick, with an arrow-shaped cap, a slight upward turn to his shaft. So different from Brent’s broad, straight cock. The thought of what Lou’s would feel like sliding up inside her sent a gush of fluid to wet her pussy.

  Silently, she knelt in front of Lou, who took a deep breath that billowed his well-built chest. Her gaze raked his abdomen. He worked out—the result was stunning. Raising her gaze to his, she placed her hands on his knees and gave him gentle nudges, encouraging him to widen the spread of his thighs.

  “Oh fuck,” he murmured, and his gaze darted to the side to Brent.

  She didn’t dare look at Brent. He’d see how tight her features were and guess just how turned on she was. Not just because he was watching. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth around Lou’s cock.

  Reaching out a hand, she cupped his balls and fondled them, rolling them in her palm, then tugging them gently. His cock jerked, his breath hitched. When she leaned forward to lick his velvet sack, he groaned.

  Lily opened her mouth and took both balls inside, lavishing them with strokes of her tongue while she sucked. When she released him, she made of show of licking her palms then gripped his shaft and began to pump.

  Rising higher on her knees, she angled his cock and brought it to her lips. She kissed the head, leaving a smudge of red, then swirled her tongue over the arrow cap, pausing to tease the narrow slit before paying attention to the lipped edge.

  When his hands settled on her head and began to grip her hair, she opened wider and slid her mouth over his cock, sinking on his shaft while she began to twist her hands on his lengt
h. Sucking harder and harder, she bobbed forward and back, sinking by inches and leaving paler and paler rings around his cock. When his dick butted the back her throat, she swallowed, liking the way his knees snapped to hug her. When she eased open her throat and went all the way to the root, he gave a muffled cry.

  His fist pulled on her hair. “Ease off, Lily.”

  She murmured, gave a slight shake of her head, and dove down again.

  “Brent!” Lou said, his voice thick and tight.

  “She’s worked for it,” Brent murmured. “Give her what she deserves.”

  “Ah!”

  Lou’s cock tightened and cum spurted down her throat, just once, and she came off him, milking his shaft and letting the thick, burbling cream stripe her chest and face. When she gripped him just below the head, she gave him one last squeeze, milking the last drop, which she used to paint her mouth.

  A tsking sounded from her right. She turned her head to Brent, whose expression was hard. So was his cock, which he’d ringed at the base.

  “You’ve made a mess, Lily. Come here.”

  She crawled to him then knelt between his legs as he produced wipes and began to clean her.

  “Lou, she’s been a naughty girl.”

  “Uh, guess that’s my cue to get the flogger?”

  “Uh huh.” Brent narrowed his gaze at her. “Go bend over the bed, sweetheart.”

  When she rose, she was shocked that her legs felt like jelly. But she did as she’d been told and walked to the side of the bed and rested her torso against the soft mattress. Again Brent had a profile view of her body. She turned her face away to watch as Lou sauntered by, swishing the long flanges of the flogger. Her heart stuttered then began to race.

  Now, he was out of her view. She bunched the bottom sheet inside her fists and held her breath.

  The first lash wouldn’t have made a baby cry.

  “Harder, Lou. She’s a woman. She deserves a firm stroke.”

  God, Brent was delicious—his voice commanding and edged with a dark, delightful glee. The next strokes were sharper, and she gasped. More fluid leaked down her thigh.

  “Hit the backs of her thighs, just beneath her pussy. She’s most tender there, and she loves it.”