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God, what would he do if I pushed my hips up from underneath him?

With a voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, he says into my ear, “I think my cock works just fine and I’ll be more than happy to show you any time you want. Just say the word, Hobbs.”

I can feel my cheeks flush with heat and I hate that he can probably see that he’s affecting me, so I say the very first thing that comes to my mind.

“And what word would that be, husband?” I tease him, raising one brow. “Flaccid?”

His smile widens and he bows his head, defeated. “She’s savage and relentless, ladies and gentlemen, but that’s why we love her.”

He shakes his head, places a swift kiss on my forehead, and then says, “Layken Ollenberg, you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Did I forget to tell you that Naughty is my middle name?”

“Yes.” He smiles. “Yes you did forget. So, as your punishment, LaykenNaughtyOllenberg, you sit here and think about what you did.” He lifts off me and turns to walk out the door, but not before I hear him mumbling, “Telling my poor dick that he’s broken. Who does she think she is? Don’t worry, buddy…” He peers down at his crotch. “I believe in you.”

Laughing as he walks out of my room, I shout down the hall, “Does this mean I don’t get any more tacos?”

“NO! Your taco is mine now! And I will enjoy every second of eating it for you.”

Pretty sure I enjoyed it very much the first time from what I recall of our wedding night.

“That’s what he said!” I shout back.

“Fuckin’ right he did!”

CHAPTER NINE

GRIFFIN

It’s quiet in the apartment now since Layken went to take a bath. No reels playing on her phone and no brain stimulation music on while she types away on her laptop. I walk through the apartment locking the door and turning off lights and then pad down the darkened hallway toward my room. I hear water sloshing in Layken’s tub, but a sound I’m unfamiliar with has me leaning my ear against the door.

A buzzing sound.

Is she shaving?

Can you use electric shavers in the tub?

I listen for another couple of seconds and that’s when I hear it.

“Griffin…”

I almost answer her thinking she knows I’m standing right here but then she mumbles, “Oh, my God, yesssss.”

The mysterious buzzing sound is no longer a mystery.

Mother fucking Christ.

My naughty girl is playing.

A proud smirk spreads across my face because I know what I did to her at dinner affected her. It affected me too. So much so, that hovering over her with a hard-on has been all I’ve thought about since. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to know how much she affects me.

I wanted her to know my dick isn’t broken.

Evidence of how unbroken I am is currently causing a bulge in my athletic shorts and I plan on doing something about it as soon as I’m in the privacy of my room, but not before I play with my wife a little bit first.

Payback for calling my penis broken.

Standing by the door, I listen to her pleasure herself while I palm my dick through my shorts. She groans a little here, hisses a little there, so I wait for the perfect moment. Just as she starts to whimper a little more, I rap my knuckles on the door.

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