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“I’m not one of your employees,” I say, hating how breathless I sound. “You don’t get to dictate what I do.”

His thumb strokes once across my knuckles, the small gesture sending sparks of sensation up my arm. “You’re not.” His voice is gruff. “You’re mywife.”

The word hits me hard, and heat pools low in my belly. My fingers flex against the cool glass of the bottle, still trapped beneath his much larger hand.

He leans down and hovers over me. His eyes hold mine, lust-filled and wild. “Tell me what you want, love.”

I suck in a breath, knowing exactly what he wants me to say. Do I want that? It takes me mere seconds to decide.

“Fuck me,” I breathe against his lips, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt. The words surprise even me, but the gin and his proximity have lowered my inhibitions. “Right here, right now.”

Zeke pulls back slightly, his dark eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” His voice is rough with restraint. “You’ve been drinking.”

“Only one drink. Besides, I know exactly what I’m asking for.” I press myself against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest through his shirt. “Please, Zeke.”

A low growl rumbles in his throat. “Don’t play with fire, Eve.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.” I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palm. “I need to feel you again. Like before.”

His control snaps. In one fluid motion, he lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my thighs. His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding. I match his intensity, my fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons while his hands grip my thighs.

“Do you remember what I like?” he murmurs against my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “I’m not a gentle man.”

I arch into him as his fingers trace the edge of my jeans. “If I recall, you like me on my knees.”

His fingers tangle in my hair as he kisses me roughly, possessively. The counter is cold against my thighs, but his body burns hot between my legs. My head spins from more than just the gin as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and desire.

“On your knees then,” he growls against my lips, stepping back just enough to give me room to slide off the counter.

My legs are shaky as I drop to my knees on the hard floor. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at me, and the raw hunger in his gaze makes me throb with need. I reach for his belt with trembling fingers.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” His voice is gravelly as I work his belt free and pop the button on his slacks. “Show me how badly you want it. And then I’ll fuck your tight, sweet pussy.”

I drag his zipper down slowly, teasingly. His breath hitches as I free him from his boxers, his cock already hard and straining. He’s thick and long, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he commands, fisting his hand in my hair.

I obey, letting him guide himself between my lips. He groans as I take him deep, his grip tightening in my hair. The taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, sends electricity shooting through my core.

“That’s it,” he rasps as I hollow my cheeks and suck. “Take all of me.”

His hips thrust forward, and I relax my throat to take him deeper. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but the burn only heightens my arousal. I’m soaked, aching, desperate for more.

My jaw stings with pain as he fucks my mouth, but I love the rough treatment. His cock hits the back of my throat with eachthrust, making me gag and drool. My hands grip his thighs for balance as he uses me.

“Such a good girl.” His grip tightening in my hair. “Taking my cock so well.”

I moan around him, the vibrations making him curse. My core throbs with need, and I press my thighs together seeking friction. He notices and yanks me off his cock, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his tip.

“Stand up,” he orders, voice rough with lust.

I obey on shaky legs. He spins me around and bends me over the counter, ripping my jeans down my legs. The marble is cold against my heated skin, and I gasp.

“Already so wet for me,” he growls, running his fingers along my soaked folds. “Is this what you wanted? To be bent over and fucked in my kitchen?”

“Yes,” I moan as he slides two thick fingers inside me. “Please, Zeke.”

He pumps his fingers slowly, stretching me. “Beg for it.”