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With a smack to my ass, Tyler leads me out the front door. “Don’t egg him on.”

“Sorry, it’s just too good.”

On the front porch, he grips my hip and pulls me to a stop. “I wouldn’t mind it if you called me Daddy War while wearing this dress and riding my cock in the back of the limo.”

My whole body heats as I shake my head and hustle away from my husband. The man is dangerous tonight. And I, for one, am excited about the ride.

THIRTY-SEVEN

TYLER

Tension vibratesbetween us as we travel down the highway. I’ve given my wife space for the last few days. I needed it too, while I came to terms with all the emotions overwhelming me. The last thing I want to do is scare her away with more truths I’m not sure she’s ready to hear. But tonight, when she walked down the steps in that gold dress, her red hair cascading in waves over her bare shoulders, I ate up every inch of her. From her delicate collarbones to where her dress cuts dangerously low between her breasts. I’ve never seen Ava dressed so provocatively. The tiny glimpse of her cleavage makes my mouth water, because I know precisely what she’s hiding from everyone else. The pieces of her that I want only for myself. The pieces I think may already be mine.

More than that, though, I want the organ that beats beneath that spot. I want her heart so goddamn much it makes it hard to breathe for fear of fucking it all up. Because I always fuck it up. It’s what she’s expecting. It’s what everyone expects.

For once I want to prove the world wrong. I want to sweep the girl off her feet, carry her into our house where our children sleep at night, and make love to her for the rest of my life.

If that’s where my story ended, it would be far more than I deserve.

“I have a present for you,” she says, interrupting mythoughts.

I’ve got her hand in mine, and I’ve been rolling my thumb back and forth over her smooth skin.

“Oh yeah?”

She pulls away, and I begrudgingly let her. When she pulls a small black object from her clutch, I frown, confused.

“Is this a remote?”

She licks her lips, and her lashes flutter, drawing my attention to shy green eyes swimming with nervousness. “Yes.”

Realization hits like a defenseman barreling straight into me. “Is this the remote I gave you the other day?”

With her teeth pressed into her bottom lip, she nods.

“Regifting the present I purchased for you?” I chuckle. “Where did you put the object that came with this remote?”

Fingers trembling, she grasps the hem of her dress and slowly slides it up her legs.

I snap my head up and confirm the driver isn’t watching through the rearview mirror. Fuck. It takes everything in me to cover her hand with mine and stop her movements. “Did you put it in here?” I ask, grazing a hand over her lower belly.

“Maybe.” The word is a teasing rasp that only has me growing harder.

I lean close so that my lips are at her ear. “You’re telling me the toy I bought for you is sitting inside your cunt right now?”

“Turn it on and find out.” She turns her head, her nose grazing mine. Our breaths mingle and we watch one another for a long moment. The tension thickens between us while I imagine the way her lips will part the moment I hit this button. The ways I can play with her.

“You’re going to let me use this on you all night?”

Her eyes dance. “You said you control my orgasms. So control them.”

“The contract was fake.” My words are soft, serious. “You control everything. No one owns you, no one makes choices for you, not even me.”

Ava’s lashes flutter shut, and she exhales as if she really needed tohear those words. I’d write her a sonnet about the subject if I thought I could ever get it right. “Fine. Please, husband. Make me come.”

There isn’t a scenario in which I would deny my wife after that request. There also isn’t a world where I’d let another man hear her when she does. “Can we get some music, Tom?”

Nodding, he clicks the radio on quickly. A second later, Ava jolts and lets out a groan.

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