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She closes her eyes for a moment, absorbing my confession and allowing it to settle into the space left between us.

Quietly, she says, almost to herself, “All these years...” With a huffed breath, she shakes her head.

“I thought this was one-sided.” When she focuses back on me, she looks angry all over again, maybe even more so.

“You pushed.” She steps closer, and my heart pounds more powerfully.

“And kept pushing me away. I thought I was crazy, and that I was seeing things I only wanted to see when you looked at me.”

“It’s not that simple,” I say, but before I can elaborate any more, she lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh, it’s pretty fucking simple, Daddy.”

Every hair on my body raises, any atom that contributed to my arousal practically vibrating to take what I want.

“You want me the way that I want you. The way I’ve always wanted you,” she says, taking one last step closer. Confirmation of how she feels for me is like a match dropped to gasoline.

“Hadley—” I warn, but it’s too late as the single barrel, small batch bourbon splashes across my face.

She’s going to pay for that. I close my eyes, breathe in and out slowly, trying to remain calm. When I blink my eyes open, I watch as she tries her hardest to bite back a laugh.

“Are you done?” I ask, licking my bottom lip. The bourbon’s still wet and lingering.

Her lips slowly tip into a smile as her blue eyes stay locked on mine, challenging me. As always. “Not even close,” she says with all the attitude she’s got.

“Good,” I growl. And I tell her exactly what she’s going to do. “Now, clean it up.”

We’ve barely explored each other, but every inch of my skin is buzzing. It’s like a switch has been flipped, and now we get to play.

She doesn’t hesitate or ask what I mean; she merely closes the small gap that’s left between us, puts her hands on my hips, and lowers her body until she’s looking up at me, eye-level to my very turned-on and hard dick.

She sticks out her tongue and licks a path from the waist of my pants up my abdomen, swiping through the center of my chest and straight to my neck.

As if it’s the best blend of bourbon she’s ever tried, she hums deeply, then licks up my neck again, not ready to be finished.

My body is so heated that I nearly pant at the way she’s taking my direction like the good fucking girl I know she can be.

A groan escapes my lips as she draws a line across my throat and up to my chin, ending the slow, wet path just below the curve of my lip.

She exhales and breathily asks, “How’s that?” It’s a question eager for praise. Her pretty blue eyes are wide and curious for more of whatever that just was, like she isn’t used to a dominant partner.

“You can do better.”

She looks down the front of me and moves her slick lips across my neck and along my pulse, her tongue caressing the same path on the way back.

She pulls her lips away, just enough to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

I asked her not to call me that, but now I crave hearing it. Something about the way she practically moans those two words has every muscle in my body pulling taut. My fingers flex. My mouth waters. My cock is so hard that its slit fucking weeps with an eagerness to fill her.

As her tongue teases my lips, it unravels the very last thread of my control.

I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her against me as my mouth collides with hers.

Her legs wrap and lock around my waist without effort as her fingers delve into my hair.

The small sounds that she makes are like fuel for me.

I hold her so tightly, trying to erase every inch between our bodies as our lips press and play, tongues dancing together to savor the guttural need to consume the other.

Anything less wouldn’t be enough. When her teeth nip my lips, wanting more, I happily oblige.

I move us back toward the bar until her ass is perched on the edge, her legs staying wrapped around me as we take our time to really feel the other. The collision and heat burn lower and slower as I work my mouth along hers. “Feels so good, kissing you,” I say between breaths.

She hums against me, her lips tilting into a smile.

I can’t help but run one hand along her side, palming the curve of her tit, my thumb rubbing her hard nipple.

She lets out a soft gasp at the touch, and I peer back to take her in.

Even fully clothed, it turns her on. Watching my hand move over her in ways I’ve only ever fantasized about is dizzying.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her.

Pulling me closer, she licks at my lips. “It’ll feel even better fucking me.”

“I know it will, sugar. But not before I taste what I’ve been craving.

” I lift her higher to sit on the bar, and she lets out a laugh.

Leaning back on her hands, with her arms braced behind her, I tuck my fingers into the waistband and roll the painted-on black pants down her legs and tug them clean off.

When I see exactly what’s waiting for me, I barely hold back a groan as I toss them aside. “Where’re your panties, Hadley?”

She smiles at me, biting the puffy bottom lip I just finished sucking on. “Why do you care? You would have just taken them off anyway.”

I reach forward, and with my thumb, I swipe it up and down, parting the lips of her pussy, spreading her wetness from cunt to clit.

Her mouth parts as her neck tilts back and she audibly exhales, “Oh fuck, Ace?—”

“I care, because I need to know if my wife’s pretty pussy is all wrapped up in white lace or black spandex,” I say, moving my thumb slowly to tease her.

“I think a husband should know how many layers stand between him and his wife.” Circling around her clit, I slide my thumb between the lips of her slick pussy.

“Just like I need to know that the next time you’re serving a drink in this spot, you’ll think about what I’m doing right now.

I bet you’ll soak whatever you’re wearing. And then come home to show me.”

Grabbing the bottle of bourbon off the bar, I stick it in my mouth, tucking the pourer between my teeth to pull it off. I take a step back and sit on the bar chair behind me, a front row to my wife’s spread legs. With my thumb coated in her arousal, I circle it around the rim of the bottle.

“Show me the rest of you,” I demand as I take a pull from the bottle.

A bottle that retails for more than it should, simply based on the fact that it took its time.

Aged in a barrel for nearly a decade, a proof that heightened, working over the sugars from the wood when it swelled in the warm summers.

But now, mingling with the taste of her, it has me savoring it in a way I never have before.

I groan and unbuckle my belt as I watch her tease the tank top up her waist.

“Stop,” I demand. The bottom of the white ribbed cotton stops, still covering her pebbled nipples, but reveals the swelled skin of her tits below. Fuck, why is that so hot?

She stops moving, her arms dropping back to the bar top just as she raises her legs, bending her knees and spreading herself wider. Her pussy glistens for me.

“Is it your turn?” she teases.

I take another pull from the bottle and raise my hips, pushing my pants just past my ass and reaching into my black boxer briefs to pull out my already leaking dick. Swiping at the slit, I spread my arousal around the head and then grip myself tight.

“That all for me?” she asks as she bites on her thumb. Fuck, she’s even better than I imagined. Submissive and playful, sexy and mouthwatering.

“You know it is,” I growl as I slowly rock my wrist up and down.

She tries holding back a smile, like there would be any other answer. “Can I?” Her eyes meet mine, as if she’s nervous. As if I would deny her anything.

I do exactly as she requires—give her the direction she’s craving. A moment not to think or calculate, not to worry about the hand she’s been dealt, how she’ll play it, or doubt the outcome. “I want you to come all over it. Can you do that for me?”

Sighing, she tips her head back. “Fuck, I knew this would be good.”

And that makes me smile, knowing that she’s thought about us like this too.

Without wasting any more time, she lifts herself off the bar and plucks the rest of her shirt up and over her chest. Full tits and soft, peaked nipples are needy for my mouth. I lick my lips, the taste of her and bourbon still lingering.

When she reaches me, her thumb brushes the head of my cock before moving that thumb across her tongue.

Then she holds out her hand for the bottle I’m still holding.

When I pass it to her, she tips it back for a sip and bends to put it on the floor, before she moves to my lap, straddling her knees on either side of my thighs.

“I’ve always used condoms,” she breathes out as her pussy hovers over me.

“Same,” I tell her, holding my breath and waiting for her lead on what she wants. I’ll take her however—condom or not. She lowers just enough so I can drag the head of my cock up and down, combining her wetness with mine. “I want to feel you, bare, but only?—”

She interrupts me with a kiss. And with a devious smile, she says, “I have an IUD. And I’ve had far too many fantasies about how you’re going to fill me”

“Fuck,” I exhale harshly, gripping onto her hips as she rubs the head of my cock along her clit. Her hips angle just right so that I’m lined up where she wants me. She exhales as her cunt takes the first part of me, and I hold on to her tighter at the warmth of her perfect fucking pussy.

“I get it now,” she says quietly, as she slowly stretches for more of me.

“The confidence and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude.

..”She slides down further, halfway to where I want her to be.

“Your cock is so fucking good,” she says, determined, with one hand on my chest and the other on my shoulder for leverage. A breathy whimper escapes her lips.

“You can take it,” I tell her, and her eyes flick to mine, a smirk across her lips.

“Oh, I know, I’m an overachiever,” she says as she rotates her hips, opening herself up so it feels good.

I lick my thumb and find her clit to ease her pussy into relaxing.

Her mouth opens and her neck tilts back, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Daddy, you’re going to make me come, and I’m not even all the way?—”

Her words cut out to a guttural groan as I thrust my hips up and fuck into her tight, wet pussy.

That fucking nickname makes me feral for this woman, and I’m not the least bit mad about it.

I moan into her, my teeth grazing the skin just above her tits.

She feels so fucking good. As her arms move around my neck, all I can think is, how are we only just doing this now?

“Ace,” she exhales. “I just need?—”

I lean down enough to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her fingers thread into my hair as I drag my teeth and suck on her, enjoying the sweetness of her skin and the way she hums with appreciation.

Her eager pussy clenches around me with every swipe of my tongue and pull of my lips.

I roll my hips the slightest bit to see if she’s ready for more, and I’m instantly greeted with a long, low moan and a gushing wetness as she shudders against me. “Fuck, did you just do what you were told? Did you just come for me?”

She bites her lip and rolls her hips, her body still pulsing. “Tell me what to do, Ace.” Tilting her ass back, she jerks her pussy forward. Perfection . “And I’ll do it.”

I wrap my hand around her throat to guide her to me, and she smiles just before her lips meet mine. “I thought that was obvious by now,” she whispers against my mouth.

Our tongues collide and move in time at the same pace that her hips roll and grind. She leans into me, pulling me deeper, both of us moaning out at the angle. My dick stretches her, and I can’t help but pull back to see it.

“Look at how pretty you are on me.”

She moans out softly in response as she follows my gaze.

“That’s it.” I swipe my thumb over her clit, needing another taste.

“Make a mess all over me, sugar.” Her pace is slow, but intentional.

A fill and retreat as her pussy grips me so fucking well that it has me on the edge.

My vision starts to blur. A dark haze seeps into my veins and finds purchase down to every square inch of me.

This is the kind of orgasm that’s chased and hunted.

Hers crests and her greedy cunt works me over until she’s coming again.

As soon as she cries out, I’m letting go.

Every muscle in me tenses, from my neck to my thighs, as I suck in air and moan against her neck.

I chase every last beat of an orgasm that I know will leave me wrecked and eager for more.

Her body trembles beneath my hands as I hold her.

Chest heaving, my cock pulses, still hard inside her. Fuck. I move my hands up to her face and neck, pulling myself away from her slicked skin. “Look at me,” I say, out of breath.

When her heavy lids open, she leans forward, kissing me again, her tongue gliding along my lips like she’s hungry for this to keep going. Snaking my hand between us, I groan as I feel my cum leak out of her. I pet her clit like it should be rewarded for giving its owner the pleasure she deserves.

She hums sweetly, and leaning into my right ear, she whispers, “Please tell me that wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

It’s a fake marriage. A convenient agreement.

A contract with a smart strategy. At least it was.

Now, I want to be a husband to my wife in every way that matters.

Being attracted to her was never the issue.

And I can control my wants, stifle physical desires, but this is more than giving in or being taken.

It’s not about getting lost or falling. It’s a shift.

The players are still the same, but now, the game has changed.

I lick the side of her neck, and then kiss below her ear, telling her what she wants to hear. “That wasn’t a one-time thing, sugar.”

She sits back to look at me as my fingers trail up her skin and delve back down between us again. With a smile, her blue eyes sparkle, cheeks flushed pink. “Prove it.”