Page 41 of Cherished Union

I piston my hips harder, faster, deeper. She detonates once again, her pussy suffocating my cock, pulling the cum from my balls. I can’t hold back. I bottom out inside of her and come on a groan.

Fuck.

I pull out of her, my cum dripping from my cock, and she laughs. “I should really get some contraception,” she murmurs as she gets off the bed to clean up.

I still at her words, my jaw clenching. I don’t want anything between us. The thought of her round and ripe with my baby has my cock twitching. If it happens, I’ll be over the fucking moon.

“I need a shower.” She grins as she walks toward the bathroom.

I follow her, my cock thickening with every step I take. Her naked body on display for me, the seductive grin tells me she’s nowhere near finished for the night. God, I can’t believe how much I lucked out. An arranged marriage can be hit or miss. With Addie, she’s my perfect match in the bedroom, and out of it, she’s graceful, sweet, caring, and intelligent.

Yeah, I got lucky.

Damn lucky.

Walking into the living room, I’m shocked to find Addie sitting at the table, papers strewn across it. She’s typing on her laptop. I can hear Vivi out in the garden playing. The French doors are open, and the sun is shining.

Looking down at my wife, I see she’s engrossed in what she’s doing. She’s not even realized I’m in the room with her.

I hear a familiar Irish lilt coming from her cell and frown.

“I think that's a great idea, Addie,” Cali says to my wife. I'm curious as to why she's talking to my cousin’s wife.

“I think if you start advertising it now and getting ready for the relaunch at the beginning of the month, you could have the place pretty much sold out by the time reopening comes around. You've given me so many ideas for my own clubs, which is great. I truly believe you're onto a winner.”

Addie squirms on the couch, her cheeks tinged with pink. Clearly shy and embarrassed by the praise she's just been given.

She clears her throat and starts speaking. I’m intrigued by what she’s saying and proud as fuck that she’s managed to get this all done within two weeks.

“Okay. So the club can hold about a thousand people. We start selling off the tickets now for $20 apiece. The ticket will get them their admittance along with a free drink, which they’ll get as soon as they walk into the club,” she says, her face splitting into a smile. “Do you think it could work?” Addie asks Callie hesitantly.

I smile. It's pretty genius. It's a great way to relaunch the club, especially since it's done fuck all since I bought it. I just don't have the time to put the effort into relaunching.

“It will work. I think that you have a solid plan, Addie. You’ve done your research, you know what’s missing there in Indiana, and what they need. You’re onto a winner for sure.”

Addie reaches for the notepad and starts to take notes, her hand moving quickly over the paper. “We could do a lady's night. It’ll be a safe place for women to come and party without worrying. Maybe even do a happy hour but for ladies from nine until eleven.”

“Exactly,” Callie cries. “That’s genius, Addie. Of course doing happy hour for ladies is a great way to get the ladies in.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Hayden and hopefully we can start to advertise as soon as possible.”

“I think Hayden would be a fool to not listen to you, Addie. You’ve got a good business head. You’ll make him a lot of money.”

My wife laughs. “We’ll see. Thanks, Callie, I appreciate the help.”

“Hey, you’ve given me loads of ideas for my own clubs and pubs. I should be thanking you.” The women laugh and my chest tightens at hearing her laughter. It’s soft, feminine, and sweet. “I’ll fly over for launch night,” Callie tells her, and I see Addie sit up straighter. “I’ll bring Denis with me. We’ll cheer you on. You’re going to rock this, Addie, and you know where I am if you need me.”

“Thanks, Callie,” Addie replies softly.

“Anytime, girl. Speak soon.”

“Definitely, bye.” Addie ends the call and puts her cell onto the table. “I know you’re there, Hayden,” she tells me and turns to face me fully. “I knew the minute you walked in.”

I grin at her. “You’ve been busy,” I say as I walk over to the couch and sink down beside her. “She was right, you know. You’re going to make me a very rich man.”

She sinks into my side. “I hope so,” she murmurs. “Seeing as you were eavesdropping, what do you think about doing ads on social media, targeting the women in Indianapolis, along with the surrounding cities?”

“Set it up,” I tell her without hesitation. “This is yours, Addie. Whatever you need to do, I’m right behind you.”

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