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“Let me see those beautiful eyes,” I commanded, slipping a second finger inside her. “Open up and show me just how much you want me.”

Her head lolled to the side and she dragged her lust-filled eyes open, staring at me with so much need that I nearly climbed into the tub with her right then. But I somehow managed to hold back, clenching my teeth as I fought every desire raging through me.

A stuttered gasp left her mouth as I flicked my thumb over her clit, pumping in and out of her.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fingers just like you would my cock.”

She pulsed around me, her eyes closing.

“Don’t,” I snapped. “I want your eyes on me when you come.”

A moan slipped past her lips as she forced her eyes back on me. The haze settling over her face, the quiver of her lips, the way her legs shook as I worked her pussy…fuck, it was all so beautiful. I could barely hold back the groan that worked its way through my chest. I wanted her—fucking needed her right now.

I flicked the button on my jeans and tore down the zipper, grabbing my thick cock in my left hand as water sloshed over the tub with every pump of my fingers inside her pussy. I gripped my dick, groaning at how fucking sensitive I was right now. It only took two pumps to feel my balls draw up. Two more and I was coming in my hand, just as she shattered, crying out my name as her hand flew to the top of the tub, squeezing the edge like she was about to go under.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her whole body spasming as my hand caught between her thighs. I kept pumping, drawing out every last drop of cum from her sweet pussy. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not until I was balls deep inside her, hearing her scream my fucking name as she came on my cock.

And even then, I wasn’t sure I would be satisfied.

Taking my hand off my cock, still filled with my cum, I grabbed her chin and slammed my lips down hers. My tongue tangled with hers in a bruising kiss that did nothing to calm my already hardening cock.

Finally, I tore myself away from her, brushing my cum over her lips just before I stood and stormed out of the room. Water dripped from my arm as I raised my hand to my lips and sucked the remnants of her cum off my fingers.

“Fuck, she tastes amazing.”

I tucked myself back in my jeans, my dick pressing against the zipper as I fled to the kitchen for a drink. There was no fucking way I’d be able to sleep in bed with her tonight without taking her hard and making her officially mine.

Sometimes marriage sucked like that.

23

DAPHNE

I wason my way to drop off cat number four at Edu and Harper’s house. She’d wanted one of the kittens, and as much as I loved watching them grow, I had to do something about the cat population in my house. Bradley would never be happy with all those cats hanging around.

I was a little nervous about meeting all the wives this way, but there was nothing else for it. If Bradley wasn’t going to officially introduce us, I’d have to do it on my own. I was living here now, and until he told me this marriage wasn’t working for him, I had to make the best of it.

I put on a bright smile as the door swung open, holding the kitten in my arms as it tried to squirm out of my grasp. Harper’s eyes immediately widened to shock as she took in the little fluff ball.

“Oh my gosh! He’s adorable!”

“She,” I corrected. “And I don’t have her fixed yet. Or declawed, but she is potty trained.”

“We’re not going to declaw her,” she said, pulling the white kitten out of my hands. “Oh, she’s so precious! I don’t suppose you have five more still available.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise at the enthusiasm in her voice. “Are you serious?”

“Well, maybe not five,” she said as she rubbed her cheek against the kitten’s soft fur. “But a friend would not be out of the question. She’s so adorable!”

“Would your husband be okay with another?” I tried not to let the hope in my voice come out too strongly. Finding a home for a fifth kitten would be amazing.

“Well, he doesn’t have too much say in it. He’s doing everything possible right now to make me happy.”

“Oh. Are you pregnant?” I asked without thinking.

“No,” she chuckled, “but that would be a good way to get a third kitten. Let’s just say he withheld the truth from me about something, and now he’s giving me anything I want to make up for it.”

“Huh. I never thought of using cats like that.”

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