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“It’s just that I got to the ripe old age of twenty-six, and I never met anyone I wanted todo itwith,” she blurted out. “And Em... you know my best friend, right? Well, she got me a rabbit thingy for my birthday, just as a joke I think more than anything.And anyway, I thought... No, I wonderedwhat all the fuss was about, so I kind of took my own virginity.” She covered her face with her hands again and I heard a muffled, “Oh my God.I’m such an idiot.”

I rolled my lips together, trying not to laugh.

Honestly, popping my wife’s cherry would’ve been hot but also a big responsibility, so the vibrator thing didn’t bother me. I mean, I was as far from a virgin as a man could get, so I had no reasonable argument. And at least Maeve had never had another man’s cock inside her. I’d still be her first in all the ways that mattered, plus a rampant rabbit couldn’t eat her out the way I intended to or do any of the other dirty things I wanted to shock her with.

This was good.

“You still got that rabbit?” I asked, my tone low.

She dropped her hands and nodded, her cheeks scarlet, and blurted out, “It’s a marvelous stress reliever.”

Lowering my head, I took her mouth in a soft kiss. “I’ll show you stress relief, wife. One day soon, you’re gonna lay back on this bed, spread those thighs, and show me exactly how you fuck your sweet little cunt with that rabbit, but not before I fuck you with my tongue, then my cock, and teach you all the things a battery-operated dick can’t.”

Maeve’s eyes dropped to half-mast, and she breathed, “Sweet Jesus.”

My eyes fell on her boobs underneath her lacy little pajama top. Her nipples were hardened peaks sitting on top of her flesh like cherries on a sundae. I’d never been a boob man, but I was becoming obsessed with my wife’s titties. They were incredible; the prettiest breasts I’d ever seen. Every time they moved or jiggled, I found my eyes would fixate on them, and my cock would tighten in my jeans. I had no control over myself when it came to Maeve O’Shea.

She drove me fucking crazy.

Jesus fuck, I needed to pull myself away from her and haul ass, or else my mam would come in and drag me out faster than my wife had made me come minutes before.

“We gotta get up.” I threw back the sheets and was immediately confronted with a sticky cum-covered stomach and bed sheets. “Shit,” I muttered.

“Should I get you some Kleenex?” Maeve asked.

“Think I’m past the point of Kleenex, baby,” I muttered, studying the mess I’d made of myself. “Need a fucking shower for all that shit.”

Giggling, Maeve threw her legs over the side of the bed, and with her titties jiggling, she made her way to my bathroom, throwing over her shoulder, “I need a shower, too.”

I surveyed the mess again.

“Wanna go in together?” she asked.

My cock immediately thickened again, and I groaned. “Are you trying to fucking kill me, woman?”

Maeve appeared with a fresh towel and pink cheeks. “Not for that, silly. I’m surprised you could lift your penis again after what just happened. I meant to save some time.”

“If you think for one second I could see you naked and let you leave this bedroom, you’re mad,” I told her huskily, reaching up to take the towel. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mae. Your body, your eyes, your everything. I’m so wrapped up in you I can’t think straight.”

“Callum...” Her voice trailed off as if she was at a loss for words, and her eyes hit mine, gleaming with emotion.

And there it was, that look was the money shot, and it would be burned into my soul forever.

It was everything Maeve was. Soft, sweet, open, and honest. She didn’t hide a thing, didn’t play games, and wore her heart on her sleeve for all to see. My wife was full of awe and wonder.She didn’t care about being cool or sexy. She just wanted to make everybody around her feel good.

I was gone for this girl.

Hook line, and damned sinker.

CHAPTER 18

MAEVE

Humming to myself, I poured the last of the cider into the bottle and placed it beside the ale on the metal table in my distillery. Crouching down, I checked the color, smiling satisfactorily at the golden and amber-hued liquids.

Perfect.

If color was anything to go by, my first batches appeared to have been a success, which was just as well, seeing as we had our friends coming over this evening for a tasting session. Maureen had been cooking up a storm all morning while Callum and Donovan did the last of the painting in the bar, and I bottled up the new drinks. All that was left to do was fix the new light fixtures onto the walls, sand and revarnish the floors, then take delivery of the furniture and set it up, and we’d be all ready for the big night.

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