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I follow him to my office, and he opens the door, letting me go in before him.

“Have a seat,” he says, loosening his tie.

I sit behind my desk in the new chair that appeared my second night at the casino, but he makes no move to sit in a chair. Instead, he closes the door and stands in front of it, his dark gaze boring into mine.

“What is it?” I ask, swallowing past the growing lump in my throat.

Finn doesn’t answer but reaches behind him and locks the handle. He stalks toward me and around my desk before spinning my chair so I’m facing him as he towers over me.

“You are spectacular.” Finn leans down and takes my lips in an open-mouthed kiss. “Watching you handle business like a fucking professional made me so damn proud tonight.” He kisses my neck, licking and taking tiny nibbles up and down the column. “But I couldn’t wait another second to taste your pussy, wife.”

He kneels before me and grabs the back of my neck in one hand before lifting my dress and ripping the thin lace panties from my body, then crushing my mouth in a fevered kiss.

“I’m still mad at you,” I argue, pulling back, but there’s no heat behind my words.

“Then let me make it up to you.”

He lifts me from the chair and sets me on the edge of my desk. When I pull my dress up to my waist, he smirks.

“Yeah, you’re really mad.”

“Shut up.” I grab the back of his head and pull it closer to my center. I can be mad and need him to get me off at the same time. That’s totally reasonable.

Finn wastes no time before he dives two fingers into my core and begins licking my clit like a madman. I throw my head back and let out a long moan at the sensation of having his mouth where I absolutely ache for him. He doesn’t stop his ministrations as he takes the hand squeezing my thigh and moves it up to my mouth, covering it to keep my noises quiet.

It’s all too much, the desire and anger mixing, his head between my legs and his palm covering my mouth. When he curls his fingers inside me and finds the little bundle of nerves he seems to be so fucking in tune with, I come unraveled, biting his palm as the orgasm rips through me. Finn groans with the bite of pain I deliver, and I think I found out something new about my husband.

His tongue slows, following me down from the peak. When my shivers have subsided and he’s wrung every bit of pleasure he can from my body, he leans back and puts his two fingers in his mouth, groaning at my taste coating them.

Finn stands and shoves the pair of destroyed panties that were sitting on my desk into his pocket.

“Goddammit. I don’t have another pair here,” I gripe. I guess it’s time to bring some extras just in case my husband gets that destructive urge again.

“That’s fine. We aren’t staying,” he replies, running his hands through his hair to tame the wild strands I was just yanking as though they were the only thing keeping me grounded.

“We still have guests,” I point out, standing from the desk and straightening my dress.

“Cillian is here. He’ll handle the next couple hours for you. I’m taking you home so I can fuck you in our bed. Your little stunt today showed me something I didn’t know about you.”

Of fucking course he knew what I was doing. “Yeah, what’s that?”

“You’re bendy as fuck, wife, and I’ve been imagining all the different ways I get to fuck you now.”

This man looks like he’s going to try to break me.

Challenge accepted.

Chapter thirteen

Finn

The week flies by in a flurry of sex with my wife, working at the casino, and more sex with my wife. Routine has always made me itchy, but this is one I have no problem falling into. Makes me wonder why I never opted to have a serious relationship in the past. Oh yeah, because no other woman could hold a candle to my fiery, vivacious wife, who is currently punching the hell out of a bag in our gym.

God, she’s magnificent. I’ve never met a woman who can match me in all areas of my life, but the way she attacks everything in front of her is so in line with how I’ve lived. Alessia and I were cut from the same cloth. She’s stubborn as hell and never backs down from a fight or a challenge. She has a knack for putting people at ease, but she holds her boundaries with grace and elegance instead of brute force as I do. I’m finding that not only is my wife one of the sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on, but her strength, intelligence and wit match her beauty.

“What are you staring at?” she asks as I stand on the other side of the gym, mesmerized by the sweat dripping down the front of her tank top into her cleavage. Fuck, I want to trace my tongue through there.

“You're still dropping your right shoulder.”

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