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When I’m sure I’ve sent every drop into her cunt, I collapse to the side of her and pull into my chest. I kiss her shoulder, and she turns to lay on her back next to me. Her hazel eyes catch mine, and I smile, dragging a light fingertip to circle her navel.

Her nose scrunches. “You better not get all cuddly and mushy. I don’t do pillow talk.”

“Not yet, you don’t. I’ll take your walls down, one brick at a time.”

Her lips twitch with a smile as she whispers. “All bark.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

Tanner

“Youseemhorny,wife.”I lick her ear, and she tilts her head closer to me.

Her red, manicured finger follows the rim of her glass as she continues to watch the patrons of the club. “I am.”

“Hmmm,” I say, pushing her dark hair off her shoulder and kissing the bare skin. “But a dangerous kind of horny.”

She chuckles, the guttural rasp of it sending blood straight to my cock. Her eyes gleam as she looks over at me with hooded eyes.“I think I want to get into trouble tonight.”

“What kind of trouble?”

Sammie hums, leaning back into the booth. “The kind of trouble you hated me for.”

I turn to her, wrapping my hand around her jaw and pulling her face to mine. I don’t kiss those ruby-red lips because she would kill me if I messed up her makeup. “I never hated you, baby.”

I press a gentle thumb between her lips, forcing them open and her tongue darts out, licking it as she smiles. “Want to play a game?”

My cock throbs as I watch her tongue dance around my thumb a few more times before I pull away. My wife can suck my soul through my dick, and I'm not ready to lose myself just yet.

“Game?” I ask.

Her fingers walk up my buttons, unhooking the top of my shirt. “A bet of sorts. Pick a man, a married man in this club, and if I get his number, you have to do whatever I want.”

“And if you don’t get his number?” I ask warily. She’s been begging me to let her touch my ass with more than just her fingers.

She grins. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. No restrictions.”

“Only his number?” As fucked as our history was, I trusted her.

“Unless you want to take it further? I could probably do a blowjob if you wanted to watch.” Her mischievous eyes gave her away.

I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her closer. “Do you want that?”

She nods.

“Good girl for telling me. Now, the douchebag in the white t-shirt and dark jeans by the right side of the bar. He’s your target.”

Letting go of her, her gaze falls on who I’m talking about, and she grins. “I don’t think that will be much of a challenge.”

I shrug. “Perhaps I want to get my horny little wife out of here so I can fuck those naughty thoughts out of her head.”

Sammie kisses her fingertips gently before placing them on my lips and sliding out of the booth. I watch my wife saunter across the club to another man. Swallowing down the rest of my whiskey, I admire how the black dress hugs every inch of her skin. It leaves nothing to the imagination, and I smirk at every man whose eyes follow her path. She is a force to be reckoned with, and the public should genuinely thank me for keeping her satisfied in my bed.

Grabbing my phone, I double-check the photo that Sebastian James sent me before returning my gaze to my wife. Her head is tilted back as she laughs, rubbing her hand down his arm. A year ago, a move like that would have left me seared with jealousy, but now I recognize the emptiness of the gesture. It isn’t the same as when she reaches out for me in the middle of the night when she is missing the heat of my body. It isn’t the same as when she runs her fingers through my hair while watching movies.

It’s not long before she looks over his shoulder to catch my attention and nods toward the restroom. Standing, she waits until I'm close enough to follow them as they make their way to the back. I can hear her giggles, even over the loud music and buzz of conversation around me.

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