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He slides his huge cock inside me and groans. “Christ. So fucking tight.” His hands land on either side of my head, and I turn to kiss his arm. I can’t move much, and I can’t see anything, but I can do that. “Does your husband fuck you like this?” He slams into me, fast and hard, his breathing speeding up as he chases his own release. He sure does now, I think, but I’m unable to form the words.

When he finally comes, he cries, “Fuck! Amber!” Then he falls down on top of me, laughs, and eventually rolls off to one side.

It’s not bright in here, only one lamp is lit, but I’ve been in darkness for so long that it takes a few moments to adjust after he takes the blindfold off. I’m lying in the biggest wet patch ever—water, Scotch, and cum from both of us—and my ass is still sore from my spanking, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.

He unbuckles the belt and kisses my wrists and then scoots down to do the same for my legs. Once I’m free, he rolls me into his arms, and I curl up into his chest. “That was… uh, different,” I say quietly.

“Yeah. And fucking fantastic. I can’t wait to use my belt on you.” I blush and bury my face against him. “What? Why are you embarrassed? If you want it and I want it, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know—I feel a bit… surprised, I suppose. I know we’ve played a few of these games before, but not for a long time, and not this intensely. It’s a lot. I think I’m a little overwhelmed. Plus you got my pussy drunk and made me come so hard my brain has turned to mush.”

His laugh, deep and rich, makes me smile. And makes me feel like all will be well in the world. “Okay. Well, while your brain is mush, can we talk a little about Brooklyn? And Amber—do not start describing where Brooklyn is to me.”

“I think I need to, Elijah. Your knowledge of geography is abysmal.” I laugh when he pinches my side. “Okay, okay. What do you want to talk about? I don’t need your permission to move there—you do know that, right? I might follow orders in the bedroom, but you can’t control where I live.”

“I do know that, yeah. But I also have some concerns, and if you carry on being a brat about it, I might have to keep you tied up to a bed forever, so quit it with the smart mouth. You’re still my wife. I’m allowed to ask.”

I take a deep breath and remind myself to stay calm. He’s right. He is simply asking for a conversation.

“It’s a very nice place, Elijah. A real nice neighborhood, one where people look out for each other. I’ll be careful, and I’ll make sure I take precautions. I’m not streetwise, but I can learn. Plus, I’ll use Sanjay when I need to—hey, did you know he actually lives three streets away from Amelia’s?”

“I did not know that, and I’ve got to say it does make me feel better. Okay. Like you said, you don’t need my permission. I just… I need you to be safe.”

I wrap my arms around his waist, and he buries his hands in my hair. I have no clue what the hell we’re doing. The way we move between the most adventurous sex we’ve ever had and these intimate chats is so confusing.

“I know, Elijah,” I say, kissing his chest. “And I am, I promise you.”

At least I’m safe physically, I think as I close my eyes. The biggest danger to me right now is the way I feel about my own husband.

ChapterTwenty

AMBER

“Thank you, Sanjay.” I pass him a twenty-dollar tip and climb out of the car.

He pokes his head out of the window, glancing at the building behind me. “You be safe now, Mrs. James, won’t you? Call me when you need picking up.”

“I can get a ride home with one of the other volunteers, Sanjay. You go home and enjoy your Thanksgiving.”

He eyes me with suspicion. “You call me if you need me. Okay?”

I nod and wave him off before spinning on my heel and heading toward the entrance to the building, passing a few stragglers on my way. “Afternoon, Miss,” one of them says, his salt-and-pepper hair unkempt and his face drawn.

“Good afternoon, sir. Are you coming inside?” I jerk my head toward the double doors. “You have to get in early for a good seat. I hear all the best pie is gone by four.”

His smile makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, and the kindness in his expression makes me wonder about his story. So many people here have heartbreaking stories, and they make me truly thankful for the privileged life I lead. “I’ve never been here before. A bit nervous, I guess.”

I open the door. “You’ll love it here. Everyone is super friendly.” I gesture for him to go inside, but he holds the door for me and insists on ladies first.

“Amber!” Andréa says as soon as she spots me. “Ricky is in the kitchen. He could use some help with the mashed potatoes.”

I give her a quick salute and show our new visitor to a table before heading to the kitchen. I’m not a great cook by any stretch, but I can mash potatoes.

I’ve known Ricky and Andréa Hernandez for ten years now. We met during a fundraiser I organized. They’re both veterans who are heavily involved in their local community. I became a patron of their charity, and during my first year, they suggested I volunteer on Thanksgiving so I could experience firsthand the kind of good they were doing. At the time, it seemed a hell of a lot better than being with Elijah’s family or spending the day on my own like I usually did. I’ve spent every Thanksgiving since volunteering here.

So when Elijah asked me if I had plans today, I told him I had my usual plans with friends. He didn’t push—he never does—and I suspect he was relieved that he didn’t have to pretend to want to make plans with me.

“Hey there.” Ricky greets me with a smile and an apron in his hand. “Potatoes are waiting for you.” He jerks his head toward the pot on the stove.

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