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And that’s a recent song. I can’t even lie and say it’s an old playlist. I meet his gleaming eyes and turn away as quickly as I can.

“Oh, Ponygirl, you don’t get to hide from me that easy.” He twirls me around, but I keep my other hand over my face, like a child at a scary movie. I don’t want to look him in the eyes, don’t want him to see I’m half smiling.

He pulls my hand off my face and replaces it with his lips crashing down on mine while he sways us across the floor in time to the music, our tongues doing a dance of their own.

I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the caress of his fingertips along the hem of my Hunter-shirt, brushing my thighs, teasing me until I’m a wet, dripping mess in his arms.

“To be fair, the edited version just says ‘loving’ you seven days a week.”

I’m sure my cheeks are pinker than the sock I threw to the floor. I remind myself to grab it before I do laundry, like a total housewife, and not exactly hating that idea.

Of being his real wife.

“What’ll it be, then?” he asks, a playful twist to his lips. “Do you want to love me or fuck me, Mrs. Isaac?”

“What if I want to do both?”

I close the distance between us, cocking my head to the side and twisting my smiling lips.

“Are you being coy with me, wife?”

My breath hitches as he places two fingers beneath my chin, lifting my lips to his in a total panty melting move that there’s no way he’s not doing on purpose, and I say a little thank you prayer for my personal thirst trap before I flutter my eyelashes.

“I think you know what I want, husband.” I trace the collar of his shirt and lean in for a kiss, but he stops me, putting a finger to my lips.

“Nah, that’s not gonna cut it,” he teases. “You wanted me to take things slow, and you had no problem being explicit with me about what you didn’t want then. Don’t deny my right to hear it come straight from those pretty little lips of yours now. Tell me what you do want, Dev.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I cross my arms, but he isn’t budging. He just runs his tongue over his bottom lip and throws me back that same cocky smirk I fell in love with.

Stupid smirk.

He really is gonna make me say it.

I roll my eyes as dramatically as possible just so he knows how I feel about his little game.

But I must admit, there’s something extremely sexy and empowering about having total control over my body and desires.

And knowing he’d respect that entirely?

“Tell me what you want, Dev.”

It’s everything.

“I want you to fuck your wife.”

Chapter 29

Hunter

Remember what I promised?”

I slam my body against Devyn’s, shoving us against the inside of my closed bedroom door. I worry I’m too rough with her, but the way she tilts her body to form around mine feels far from a protest.

Her green doe-eyes may look innocent, but the way she’s using them right now should come with a warning, fluttering those long eyelashes like fuckin’ Bambi. Begging me to cut the romance short and fuck her senseless, that’s what she’s doing.

But all I offer is a devilish smile.

That’s not what’s happening tonight, babygirl.

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