Page 110 of Waiting for Redemption

“You better be this wet forme, wife.” I taunt her, letting my fingers glide across the wetness.

“I’m only ever wet for you, Tank.” I feel her push back into my hold, making my dick throb against its restraints.

“Are you going to be quiet for me, little wife?” I ask, freeing myself from my boxers.

“Probably not,” she admits, making me smirk. I line myself up to her entrance, wrapping my hand around her mouth.

“Bite.” She does as she’s told and the moment I press into her a muffled moan escapes her as her teeth sink into the marks inked on my hand. Feeling her warmth wrapped around me sends me into a state of euphoria as she whimpers with every thrust. She releases her teeth from my hand and I run my thumb along her bottom lip as I hear her whisper,

“Choke me, please.” I pull her up, bringing her back flush with my chest.

Fucking dammit.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper in her ear as my hand wraps around her throat. I feel myself getting closer to release as her head falls back on my shoulder. She starts to stutter out littleT’slike she’s trying to scream my name, but the restraint on her neck won’t let her.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby.” I feel her body begin to tense as I slide almost all the way out before slamming back into her. I can feel myself hitting the spot that she likes when she tenses around me, so I continue to do so until I finally release her throat enough to let her moan out my name as she comes for me, sending me right over the edge with her. Our heavy breaths fill the silence as my chest heaves against her back. I wrap my hand around her throat again, tilting her head back so I can capture her lips with my own.

“Now you’re going to work the rest of your shift with my cum dripping out of that sweet little pussy of yours. Reminding you exactlywhoyou belong to, isn’t that right little wife?” She nods her head with her eyes still glazed over. “You gonna remember how good I fucked you in this freezer every time you have to walk past it?” She bites her lip and nods again.

“You gonna come home and let me do it all over again?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Fuck, I love when you call me that.” I drag my nose along her jawline, breathing her in before dipping my tongue into her mouth, kissing her in a way that could have me standing in this freezer all day.

“I should probably get back,” she whispers when I finally pull away. I growl my disapproval, making her smile up at me. Just as we finish getting ourselves dressed, the freezer door opens and Max looks over at us. Ruby quickly grabs a five-pound bag of cheese off the shelf, smiling so big I have to roll my lips to keep from laughing.

“We needed more cheese.” She runs out of the freezer past Max, who is staring at me in disapproval. I plaster on a big-ass smile similar to Ruby’s and stop right in front of him, giving him a wink while clicking my tongue.

“I swear to God I would fire you if you still worked here.”

“Buuut, I don’t.” I clap his shoulder before walking off.

I can hear him mumbling to himself as I make my way back out front, but I don’t even try to make out anything he’s saying.

Hendrix is still passed out with the pups and I almost hate to wake him to take him home, but I have some calls to make and I’d much rather do that at home than here. So I walk over and scoop him up in my arms, as Maverick jumps down to follow me out.

“See you tonight, Honey.” I wink at Ruby, making her cheeks heat instantly.

“See you tonight, my love.”

CHAPTER36

RUBY

“Earth to Ruby!”Leah waves her arms in front of my face, forcing me to refocus.

Well, if there’s one thing my husband was right about today, it was the fact that I thought about nothing but him for the rest of my shift. It’s been borderline torture to have to remember what happened in the freezer and not be able to run back home to him. You know, I used to have focus, drive, and determination to be the best at my job—now all I want to do is fuck my husband and watch movies on the couch with him and Hendrix.

He’s ruined me.

He’s turned me into a wannabe housewife.

“Oh my god, whatever sex memory you have on repeat up there better be a fucking good one,” Taylor says, finishing off her martini.

“Why do you always think it has to do with sex?” Leah asks, leaning forward to look around Lauren who’s sipping her margarita between the two of them.

“Leah,look at her.What else could it be?” I finally roll my eyes and rejoin the conversation.

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