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“It’s been weeks, Hank. You would think you’d be a bit bored of that view by now.”

“Never gonna happen.” He waved the spatula, indicating his request still stood.

She lifted the shirt, giving him a quick peek-a-boo of not just her breasts, but also the fact she hadn’t bothered with panties, before pulling it back down again.

Hank turned to the stove and pulled the pan off the heat.

Before she could figure out what he was doing, he was across the room. He took the front hem of the shirt and tugged it over her head, exposing her entire front, while leaving the shirt on her arms and back.

“What about my breakfast?” she asked, even though food was the absolute last thing she wanted at the moment. Which was somewhat shocking to her because…well…bacon.

Hank cupped her breasts, almost aggressively, squeezing them roughly in his large, calloused hands. God, she loved it when he went all caveman alpha male on her. She pressed her legs together when her pussy fluttered in response.

“Thanks for the flower,” she whispered, when he kissed her cheek.

“Thank you for last night.”

The man was diabolical. By mentioning the previous night, he’d taken her arousal up at least three more notches. Because last night had been amazing.

“Go bend over the table, Whiskey. Facedown. I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours from behind.”

“You sweet talker.” He kissed her, fast and hard, before she moved across the room to do exactly what he asked.

Macie had never, not once, managed to resist one of his deep-voiced commands. Maybe one day, she’d find the willpower to play with him a bit, see what he’d do if she disobeyed. Something told her it would be worth it for the punishment, but she was never able to resist taking him up on his offers.

She tossed the shirt off completely before bending over the way he requested. When he remained where he was, she lifted up on her tiptoes and wiggled her ass at him.

He chuckled at her impatience, but gave in to her unspoken request that he get the lead out.

Stepping behind her, he ran his hands over her bare ass. Part of her expected him to spank her, but instead, he kept his touches gentle, soft caresses.

“Spread your legs apart.”

She did so, shivering slightly when the cool air hit her pussy. She was so hot, so ready.

Hank ran his finger along her slit, from clit to anus. Last night, he’d coated two fingers with lube and fucked her ass with them. It had been their first foray into anal play, but there was no question it wouldn’t be the last. She’d loved it. And given her very vocal climax, Hank knew it.

Macie released a sigh when she heard Hank tug down the zipper on his jeans. While she was a big fan of his foreplay, she was equally enamored of the times when he just got right down to business.

Hank leaned over her, placing a quick kiss on her bare shoulder. “Don’t want to play, huh?”

She’d clearly given away her relief. “I’m thinking sex, bacon and then cuddling. We can do double foreplay tonight.”

“Good plan,” he replied with a chuckle. His cock nudged against her opening as he slid in slowly.

Once he was seated to the hilt, she expected him to keep going. She was surprised when he stopped.

Glancing over her shoulder, she realized he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, his gaze was focused on something in the kitchen.

She followed that look, surprised when she discovered Porter standing at the back door. From the expression on his face, it was clear he hadn’t intended to interrupt.

She expected Porter to offer a quick apology and back out, so she was shocked when Hank chose that moment to start moving.

Macie’s gaze was still focused on Porter’s face. He glanced from her, to Hank, then back again.

“Do you want him to leave, Macie?” Hank asked as he continued to rock inside her.

Her mind whirled over the question and what it meant. Hank had told her about his threesome with Porter and Sharon weeks ago. Since then, he’d never mentioned it again.