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It would be so easy to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and slip it right inside of her. That’s definitely what she expects.

Tonight? I want to do the last thing she would.

Swallowing my intense arousal, keeping my voice as royal and commanding as I can, I tell her, “Unbutton your husband, princess.”

For a second, I think she’s going to refuse. That I made a calculated risk and failed. That she’s going to push me away or maybe even slap me for the seductive command. After all, she made it clear last time that she won’t fall prey to my charmsagain anytime soon. If she wanted to fuck me, she would initiate sex on her own. Until then, I was at her mercy.

But the way she was glaring daggers at Sophie Vale, the overt jealousy my sweet bride couldn’t hide… to me, shedid. Maybe not with words, but if Loni ever thought that I’d choose another woman over her, I’m ready to show her that she’s the only one for me.

I won’t fuck her, though. That goes against the spirit of trying to make her fall for me by being the husband she deserves. She wanted to be the one to initiate? Fine. Then everything that happens from this point on will be because she did it.

And that begins with Loni undressing me.

Her fingers twitch. I hold my breath, steady for a slap, hoping that she’ll lower her hand, snapping the button on my pants. She doesn’t; at least, not right away. With a determined look on her gorgeous face, she turns in my hold and reaches for the top button on my shirt.

The first one snags a little, but once she figures out that my buttons are on the opposite side than she’s used to, she makes quick work of the rest of them until my shirt is flapping open.

“Good girl,” I purr. “Now take off my jacket.”

“Your hands broken, Adrian? Because you seemed to have no problem getting my pants off as quick as you did.”

I smile. “And then I remembered that you said you wanted to be in control next time.”

She raises her eyebrows. “I said I wanted to be the one to decide when we would be intimate again.”

“So make a decision. If you want to fuck your husband… if you want to see who this cock belongs to… why you never have to be jealous of another woman because you’re the only one who has me so desperate, I’ll bend you over and fuck your brains out with a houseful of people two floors below… then all you have to do is take off my jacket, Loni.”

She could say ‘no’. I’ll hate it, but I’ll respect it. This isn’t about me doing whatever I can to convince her to Claim me in August like Jack expects. This is about seeing that uncertain expression flickering across her face because she caught Sophie talking to me.

I could tell her that the Used just wanted to ask about Haven. I could remind her that there isn’t a single one of the Order’s sex workers that I’ve been with, let alone one who we went to school with together.

I could do that, but I don’t. Instead, I’ll show her.

Or, better yet, I’ll let her showmethat as much as she belongs to me, Adrian Heller ishers.

“I’ll take off the jacket,” she concedes. “But leave the shirt on.”

Interesting. “If that’s what you want. Tonight, princess, you call the shots.”

I might live to regret that, but when she swallows roughly before stepping into me, I decide that I don’t care. Regret comes later.

Giving my wife what she needs… that comesnow.

Loni shoves at my right shoulder, pushing my jacket off of it. “Then this is what I want,” she promises, doing the same for the other shoulder. Reaching around me, keeping her body positioned between me and the desk, she grabs the back of my jacket and shimmies it off of me before tossing it to the floor.

Just like she said, she leaves my shirt where it is. Her eyes drawn to my chest, she slides her hand from my navel up to my left pec, slipping it under the open shirt flap, flicking my nipple with her thumbnail.

I shudder, leaning forward, bracing both of my hands on the desk behind her, trapping Loni in my arms.

“Fuck, that felt amazing,” I grit out. “Do it again.”

She’s bending a little herself, our bodies flush as I nuzzle her throat, rumbling under my breath as her hands rover over my chest. She doesn’t pay specific attention to my nipple again, but the gentle caress feels almost as good that I let her do whatever the fuck she wants to me.

Slowly, slowly, she moves her hand until she reaches the button I’d hoped she’d go for in the first place. She fiddles with it for a moment—I hold my breath—before she has it open, her fingers tugging urgently on the zipper.

“That’s a very good girl,” I tell her, my voice raw and throaty. With her taste on my lips and my cock aching to get inside of her, this slow pace is fuckingkillingme. “Now grab me.”

Loni hesitates, but then she does.