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I could tell him no. I could take a shower, smash my phone, and play my cello until I work out all these emotions. But he smells so good, sexy with a hint of maple syrup from the breakfast I just enjoyed more than my entire four years of college, and I don’t want to say no.

I … want to try what he’s offering, but I’m worried the plowing portion will be too much.

“Can we just do the first part? Without the bending over?” My words are breathy and quiet, but his expression softens as soon as I utter them.

He rubs a hand down my cheek. “That sounds amazing,” he whispers.

I frown. “How would that be amazing for you?”

Gunnar clutches at his chest. “Wife, I have been dreaming of licking your pussy for days. I can’t wait to taste you. If you want.”

“Yes, please,” I utter, and he chuckles.

He takes a step closer to me, arms still boxing me in again. I can feel a thick ridge pressed against my stomach and so much heat radiating from his body that I wonder if we somehow turned the oven on. “Which part, Salty? What do you want?”

“Um. What you said. With the counter and the licking. Please.”

The instant the words leave my mouth, I’m hoisted into the air by a pair of solid arms. He spins us, setting me on the island and tugging at my shirt. Gunnar hisses in a breath when he pullsit up and over my head, revealing my very sensible black bra. I try to cover my stomach with my arm, but he shakes his head. “I wasn’t done looking,” he says, skating a palm up my side. I never show anyone my stomach. I’m used to being told to suck it in, make it smaller. But Gunnar stares at it now like it’s a gift to behold.

He tugs me to the edge of the counter so I’m straddling his waist, pressed right against his shirt. I realize with a combination of horror and fascination that I’m wet, and this moisture will get on his clothes. “Mmm.” He makes a sound of appreciation as he touches my boobs through my bra.

His thumbs circle my nipples through the fabric, and I gasp. It feels electric, with actual crackles and zings. Gunnar, studying my face, smirks a crooked little smile and licks his lips. “This is going to be awesome,” he says, unhooking my bra with ease, tossing it behind me into the living room. And then his mouth is on my skin, hot and so wet. Without thinking, I bring my hands to his hair and press his head against my body as he sucks. And he groans! He liked that.

I yelp when he pinches my nipples and squeak when he orders me to lie back. The counter is cold against my bare back, but it warms quickly, or else I stop focusing on it as Gunnar pulls off my pants and my underwear, and then I’m absolutely naked while he’s fully clothed, standing in between my legs, grinning. “Damn, Salty, you are so perfect. Just look at you.”

I raise up on my forearms and look, trying to see what he sees. His hands are in constant motion, smoothing up and down my thighs, my stomach, my boobs. He starts murmuring, maybe to himself. “So soft,” he says, kissing my inner thigh. “So lush.” He is not so different from a musician, stroking his hands along my legs, bending my knees, and placing my feet on the edge of the counter. I’m spread impossibly wide, utterly indecent withmy bottom at the edge of the counter and a massive hockey player staring into my crotch.

I wriggle and try to close my body, but Gunnar shakes his head and presses a hand to my belly to still me. “Show me,” he says. And then his eyes darken, pupils enormous. He looks positively feral when he says, “Show me what’s mine.”

CHAPTER 12

GUNNAR

Emerson gulpsat my possessive words, but I don’t fucking care. I can barely contain myself as her scent invades my nostrils. She is utterly gorgeous, her curves on display just for me in my fucking kitchen, like the most gourmet meal I’ve ever been served.

When she lets her knees fall open, revealing the deep rose of her pussy, I see the sheen of wetness on her delicate skin. Her chest rises and falls as I look my fill. I love the way her tits move, and I remember how it felt to wake up with one of them in my hand in Vegas. We’ve wasted so much time since then not doing this. I see no reason to wait a second more, so I sink to my knees in the kitchen and take a long, wet lick along my wife’s seam.

She groans, deep and guttural, and I know she’s unaware of doing it. One of her hands flails around, finding the top of my head and patting my hair as I take another lick. I vary my pressure, ignoring the hard floor against my knees as I study Emerson's micro-movements in response to what I’m doing. She likes the broad, flat strokes of my tongue better than the flicks. She jerks closer to the edge of the counter when I suck on her clit, finding the hidden pearl as I press my palm into her thigh.

I pause briefly to look up and admire her, all messy and disheveled. “What’s happening?” She tries to sit up. “Is it over?” The look on her face is pure torture, and I love that I am already getting her so worked up.

“No, Salty. It hasn’t even started yet.” I slide a finger inside her, and she remains propped up on her forearms, watching. “You like that? You like watching me fuck you with my hand?” I withdraw my finger, and her breath catches, so I slide it back in alongside a second digit. Her eyes practically roll up into her head. I’m tempted to drag this out all night, but I remember that this is new to her, so I decide to have mercy and let her come sooner than later. Keeping my fingers inside her, I crook them up as I suck on her clit again. When her thighs clap together over my ears, I know this is what she needs to get off. I’m in heaven with creamy skin alongside my face and her taste on my tongue. My dick throbs in my pants but I don’t want to stop any of my work to palm myself for relief. I can wait. It’ll be worth it.

Emerson screams and shrieks and pulses around my fingers, and I pull my mouth from her body but leave my fingers in place while she thrashes around. This gorgeous woman is here for me. Not because of my family, not because she heard of me online, but because she met me and wanted me for myself. And I’m going to make it worth her while, coaxing as much pleasure from her as I can. Once she’s whimpering and still, I stand up and suck on my fingers, licking the flavor from my hand as her eyes open and her hands fall to the counter.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous when you come.” A lazy smile turns up the corners of her lips, but she seems too wrecked to move. I’m glad I could bring her that release. My dick jumps in my pants and I give it a pat. He’ll have to wait until I’m in the shower later since Emerson didn’t seem on board with going any further today.

I lean over her body to kiss her, feeling her nipples against my chest, drawing a deep moan from my throat.

“Gunnar,” she whispers, hands in my hair. “I’m a virgin.”

CHAPTER 13

EMERSON

“What’s that?”He rests his chin on my sternum and gazes at me, looking a little drunk as if he just orgasmed instead of me.

I glance around, looking for my clothes. Gunnar notices and grabs the jersey he was wearing. He bunches it up in his hands and approaches me, and I realize he’s going to put it on. Me.

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