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Was that aggressive? Yes. Does Tom look frightened? A little. But I don’t care—my wife is sucking my dick during a work call.

“Apologies, Mr. Matthews,” Tom says. “I just wanted to go over the statement you made during today’s meeting, if you had the time?”

“Sure. Yup. Great.” Those are the only words I trust myself to say, otherwise I stay quiet as Tom starts giving me the facts and figures of what making a four-day week happen looks like. I nod and do my best to pay attention to him, because he’s just doing his job. It’s not his fault he chose the literal worst time for me to remember a thing he says. The way Maeve’s hand is working in tandem with her mouth, I can barely remember my name.

“Mmhmm,” I gasp, gripping onto my desk chair for dear life as Maeve takes me to the back of her throat. Luckily this coincides with Tom saying something that warranted a response. Hopefully “mmhmm” is appropriate.

Just when I think Tom’s done, he keeps going. How much more can he talk about? More importantly, how long can Maeve suck my cock without taking a breath? I swear the woman hasn’t relented. Between her strokes, and her tongue, and the way her hot mouth forms around me to provide just enough suction, I’m about to come in her throat and hope that Tom doesn’t realize it.

“Tom, I have another call coming in.”

And by call I mean come in my wife’s mouth.

“No problem, boss. I’ll just send you over?—”

I end the call before Tom can finish his statement. Which I feel bad about for two seconds before I feel Maeve’s mouth against my pelvis, deep throating me and taking every inch.

“Fuck!” I groan, gathering her hair in my hand. “You take my cock so fucking good.”

My words seem to spur her on, working me from root to tip in a way where I never know what’s next. I feel my balls startto tighten, and I can’t help but start thrusting my hips into her, wanting her to take every inch of me.

“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good wife?”

She doesn’t answer with her words; no, she just doubles down, sucking harder, and faster, and working me so hard that I’m…

Holy….fuck…

I pull her hair and grip my seat, needing something to keep me centered as an orgasm like I’ve never had pulses through me. I have to actively try and calm my breath, because I might pass out.

“So, was it a good meeting?”

I pick her up and bring her to my lap, her sweet laugh filling the air. “Best meeting ever.”

guide to love rule #42

Marriage vows say in good times and in bad. Make sure your partner really means it in case your past comes back to bite you in the ass.

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Normal weeknightswhen it was just me and Jayce included dinner, bath time, and then him either playing a game or watching television while I worked on designs from the couch.

These days it’s the same—only now I have Logan next to me working on his computer. And after Jayce goes to bed, we usually have sex.

That’s definitely a change from the old days.

It’s been more than a month since Jayce and I moved in, and while I was wondering how my son would handle the move, it’s been the easiest transition I could’ve asked for. Yes, there is the added pain of driving him to school each day since we’re now out of district. But the school knows about the custody situation, and has said as long as we can get him to school, he can finish out the year, and by then we’d know what Jayce’s home life would look like.

And it better look like this, because right now is pretty perfect. Especially now that Logan’s put his computer away for the night and has started rubbing my feet.

“Mommy? Can I have a snack?”

I check the time and see that it’s just after seven. “A small bowl of Goldfish.”

Logan looks over to me. “Can I have a snack too?”

I don’t know whose puppy dog lip is more ridiculous, Jayce or Logan’s. Though, a little snack does sound good. “Popcorn?”

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