Page 114 of The Worst Pucking Deal

A smile pulls at my lips. “I think I’m going to create some online courses.” This is something I’ve thought a lot about for the last week. “It’ll give me the flexibility to travel with Sy if I want to, and just… do whatever I want.”

“What will you tea… teachsss?” Gail slurs.

I burst out laughing at how drunk she is. “You’re ssso… sso drunks,” I accuse. When my speech isn’t much better, we fall into hysterical laughter.

“Do we need more drinks?” Gail asks, making an effort to speak normally.

I point at the tray that still has some untouched shots left on it. “I think we’re covered,” I observe dryly.

“I want to teach social media. If I do it right, I should be able to make a course that’s… umm…” I trail off as my thoughts keep eluding me. I know I was in the middle of explaining my business idea. But fuck, the alcohol is making it harder and harder to think. “Multiple markets,” I blurt out as soon as I remember what I was talking about.

Damn, I need to switch to water. I do not want to fall asleep in the car again when Sy picks me up. Telling Gail this, I struggle to get up, and the trip to the bar takes longer than it should with all the zig-zagging I’m doing. But in the end, I manage, and I actually feel steadier as I head back to our table with two bottles of water and some nuts.

Gail eyes the water like it’s public enemy number one, but she eagerly throws herself at the nuts. We continue to talk about my business idea, and it surprises me how interested she is. I mean, she’s always been interested in my life, so there’s that. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

“Is there a reason you’re asking all these questions?” I ask teasingly. But before Gail can answer, my phone rings. I drunkenly fumble to slide the bar to accept the call, but I keep missing. “Damn it,” I curse frustrated when I miss Sy’s call.

Just as I’m about to call him back, I feel a presence at my back. It’s silly considering the amount of people here, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that my husband is here. My body is heating and every hair stands at attention. I turn around, immediately spotting him a few feet away. He’s flanked by both Mickey and Soren, all of them looking tired.

“I guess you’re leaving now,” Gail pouts.

Feeling bad for ditching her, I offer, “We can stay for one more drink if you want.”

Her eyes trail over both of Sy’s friends. “Nah, go. I’ll be fine.” She playfully waggles her eyebrows.

It takes me a few attempts to get up, and I don’t succeed until Sy’s at my side, helping me. “How much have you had to drink, wife?”

“Enough,” I giggle. Noticing that Mickey and Soren are both sitting down, I shake my finger at them. “Be nice to Gail.” Then I hug her goodbye and let Sy take me home.

This time I’m awake for the ride, and I listen as Sy tells me all about the interviews they had to do. It doesn’t sound different from the normal stuff they do, so I mostly let him do the talking while we drive through the quiet streets to our home.

We barely make it in the door before I pull Sy to me and climb him like a tree. “I want you,” I purr.

He places his hands on my ass, squeezing the globes tight. “You have me, sweet bunny,” he rasps.

“Then take me to bed,” I demand, loving how tightly he holds me.

I’m still drunk enough that I can feel each step more than normal, but I’m not slurring my words—at least I don’t think I am—and the room isn’t spinning, so I’m good to go.

When we reach the bedroom, Sy puts me down on my feet, and I sit down on the bed, not taking my eyes off him as he tugs off his tie, tossing it on the floor. I watch as he starts working on his shirt, undoing the cuffs first before working the buttons down the front. Arousal thrums in my veins; it’s hot watching my husband undress.

“Like what you’re seeing?” he rasps, and I nod as he peels off his shirt. “Why are you still dressed?”

I can’t take my eyes off him, and it isn’t until he undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops on his pants and swings it in the air that I realize I still haven’t answered him. “Umm…” Having no words, I stand up and kick my ankle boots off. The next thing to go is my black cashmere sweater.

I come to a halt, unable to continue undressing as I notice Sy’s pants are now pooling around his feet. As he steps out of them, my eyes are drawn to the huge bulge in his boxer briefs. More specifically, the wet patch where precum has seeped through the fabric.

Licking my lips, I step closer to him, forcing myself to look into his dark eyes. Then I undo the button on my pants, quickly shoving them down my legs so I’m standing in front of him only wearing my black lace lingerie.

“So beautiful,” he rasps, cupping my hips and spinning me around so my back is to his front.

Sy quickly unclasps my bra and gets rid of my panties. I lean back against his bare chest, goosebumps spreading across my skin as the cool air in our bedroom hits me.

“I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you,” Sy rasps, making me whimper as he sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth. “I want to fucking drown in you, Lucia. My bunny, my wife. My everything.”

As his hands come up to cup my tits, I turn my head, and his lips meet mine in a searing kiss filled with more passion, more need, more love, more everything than I’ve ever experienced.

He rolls my nipples, and I awkwardly reach back, grabbing his ass to pull him closer to me. His dick is rock hard, nestled into the crevice of my ass cheeks. I grip his long hair with one hand, never wanting him to stop kissing me, I think I even moan that into his mouth. Then I move my other hand from his firm ass to between our bodies so I can grip the outline of his cock.

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