Page 73 of Drunk on You

“What do we do for the corporate event now?” Ana asks once we’re in my office. “Because we’re sure as hell not having it at a baseball game.”

“We could always do football,” I deadpan.

“Hell no!” she shrieks, making me laugh.

“I’m just kidding.”

“Too soon.” She glares.

“I guess a company picnic it is.”

“Good choice.”

“I wonder if I can get a copy of that video,” I say, typing our names into the search engine.

“What for?” she hisses.

“Did you see that small clip of you riding my cock?” I smirk. “If it hasn’t been taken down yet, that video is going into my spank bank.”

“It’s not too late to file for an annulment,” Ana says, coming around the desk and leaning over me to swat my hands away from the keyboard.

I drag her into my lap and twist her so she’s facing me. “You wouldn’t dare,” I warn, fisting the back of her hair. “Besides, I saw the way you squirmed when your dad showed us the video.” I pull her head toward mine. “You were as turned on as I was, watching yourself ride my cock.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I kiss her luscious mouth. When I slide my tongue past her parted lips so I can taste her, she sighs into me.

Despite having just got caught on video, fucking my wife, I’m considering taking her on my desk when there’s a quick rap on the door, followed by Ryder strolling in, like he always does.

“Jesus,” he says with a laugh as Ana shuffles off my lap and stands. “You’d think getting caught fornicating at a baseball game would slow you two down. Guess not.”

“You saw it, huh?” I smirk, making Ana glare my way.

“I’m pretty sure everyone has,” Ryder says with a chuckle.

“I should probably get to work,” Ana mutters, walking toward the door.

“Actually, I’m glad I caught you both,” Ryder says. “Nora has been hounding me to get out. She’s bored at home.” He rolls his eyes, and I refrain from saying what I’m thinking—maybe her lazy ass should get a job. “She wants to hang out with other adults, and the last thing I want is to go out with her friends.”

“No.” I shake my head, knowing where this is going.

“C’mon, please,” Ryder begs, giving Ana the saddest puppy-dog eyes.

“No,” I insist. “That woman is the literal devil.”

“We’d love to,” Ana says. “How about Friday night? We don’t have any plans.”

“That would be great. Thanks.” Ryder grins at her. “How about Lush? She’s been wanting to try the place out.”

“I’ll get us reservations,” I drawl.

“Thank you. I owe you.”

“Big time,” I agree.

Ryder leaves, closing the door behind him, and I walk over to Ana.

With her back to me, I rest my hands on her hips and my chin on her shoulder. “Now, where were we?”

“We are not having sex anywhere but in our house for the foreseeable future,” she says, turning around.

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