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I pluck the pair out of her hands and walk back toward the other side of the room. The muscles along my forearms twitch as I grip the satin. It’s a habit to feel the material, smell what she left behind on them, imagine exactly how she looks wearing them.

“That makes no sense. How do you even know about?—”

With nerves thrumming through my body, I lift the pair up to my nose, and she watches, curiously and quietly. Keeping my eyes connected with hers, I inhale.

Her lips part, and she takes a step closer to me—still far enough away that I can’t tell if I’m turning her on or scaring the shit out of her.

“How?” She shakes her head. “Better yet, why do you have these?”

The simple answer is one I’m not sure she’s assuming.

I lower my voice when I say, “You were talking to Lincoln about needing to make money. The fact that it didn’t dawn on you to just get a job I thought was a bit hilarious.

I thought that was where you were going with it, that you were going to ask him to work at the distillery, but instead, you went on and on about selling your panties on a website.

” I laugh to myself, even though she might not find it all that amusing.

She clears her throat and lifts her chin. “It was easy money. And I needed to be able to pay for things like food and my own bills. I had just used everything I had to my name to?—”

“Buy that building and start renovating for Midnight Proof, I know.”

Eyes on mine, she takes another step closer. “You were paying attention.”

I chuckle at the ridiculousness of that statement.

She points at me. “Don’t do that. Don’t laugh or have a conversation about this with yourself. I’ve just found my panties in your drawer. I should be the one with the attitude.”

“I was always paying attention,” I admit.

Undoing the top button of my shirt, I then unbutton the right cuff and fold it back, once, twice, three times.

I do the same to my left, moving the panties to my other hand.

Releasing a breath, I sit down on the leather couch, legs spread wide, and take a long look up her body, savoring every second that she’ll allow for me to look at her this way.

If I’m going to tell my wife I’ve been obsessed with her for far too long, then I’m going to do it while I’m comfortable and staring at what I’ve wanted for longer than what would be considered acceptable.

Without a word, she watches me do all of this while taking small steps closer, allowing me to be in control. But she’s the one holding all the cards.

“Stop there,” I demand.

Her steps falter and she does exactly as I ask, almost begrudgingly, by the way she sends me a glare. Her hip cocks out, chin raises, and shoulders straighten, like she’s squaring off for a fight. But that’s the last thing I want from her right now.

“Tell me why,” she orders, just as she moves the left strap of her dress over her shoulder and down her arm, exposing the top of her gorgeous tit and its pretty, puffy nipple.

A trickle of relief seeps in at her developing reaction. I lick my lower lip, my mouth flooding with the need to wrap around it and suck on it until she’s moaning. Jesus . Shifting in my seat, I watch her take another step closer.

“At first, I was curious. I wanted to see what you listed. What they looked like. I wondered if they were panties you had already owned, or if you had worn them before.”

Pausing her steps, she pulls down the thin leather strap of her dress and exposes her other side.

Fuck, her body is always something worth looking at, but like this?

Knowing that it’s mine as she fucking offers it to me, knowing exactly what her skin tastes like and how she likes to have her nipples tugged and played with.

..it spurs on an entirely new level of attraction.

My dick strains behind my boxer briefs and pants, a wet spot already formed just from the sight of her.

I can’t help but bite back the smile that this is causing. Stripping for me as I’m under her interrogation. “Are you pissed?”

Lips pursed, she makes me wait a moment. “I haven’t decided yet.” Moving the dress lower down her waist, she lets it gather at her hips. “Keep talking, Daddy,” she says in a raspy voice, as if adding her nickname for me wouldn’t set me off all on its own.

I undo another button along the center of my dress shirt and keep going.

“So I created an account, a fake email, and offered more money than what you were asking.” As I unbuckle my belt, she takes another step closer, her chest bare and still in those fucking boots that make her toned legs even sexier.

I stare at where her dress still covers her body, and just like the story I’m going to keep telling her, I need more.

Like she can hear my desires, she shimmies slowly from side to side, working the tight leather dress over her hips and ass until it moves to her thighs, and then her knees, and then finally dropping to the floor.

“You’re not wearing panties.”

“Somebody has been buying them all,” she sasses, resting her hands on her hips, naked and in heels with enough attitude that my dick twitches.

I rub my thumb across my bottom lip as I take in every inch of her skin.

“The first pair were black lace. A small scrap of material that shouldn’t have done anything to me, but they smelled so fucking good, Hadley.

I couldn’t decide if I should be disgusted with myself for holding them to my face when I was jacking off or pleased that I had a way to—” I cut my words short, swallowing roughly.

She moves closer, so that she’s right in front of me, less than an arm’s length away. “A way to what?”

“To have you. It was the only way that I could have a piece of you without hurting you, without breaking rules and promises.”

“And how do you want me?” she asks teasingly, those blue eyes sparkling as they stare down at me.

As I take one more lingering perusal of her body, I don’t hesitate to say, “Better question is, how will you have me?”

Her lips curl into a sultry smile. “I’ll always prefer you on your knees for me, but there’s something that I’m feeling hungry for right now,” she says as she lowers to her knees.

Looking up at me, her hands smooth up my thighs and toward my waist, finding the button on my pants.

She flicks it open, and I lift my ass up so she can pull them down.

My cock springs free, hard and ready, practically pointing at what it wants.

Lust flaring in her eyes, she wets her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue as she looks at my cock.

“Get your fingers nice and wet, sugar. I want a taste first.”

She releases an exhale that could be mistaken as a breathy moan, and moves her hand to do exactly as I requested. Now, with her pretty eyes searing into mine.

“The idea of you sharing your panties with anyone other than me was never going to work, so every month, I’d wait.

Pay what I promised. I’d fuck the fabric, feeling like I was claiming what I wanted.

Imagining the way you’d feel wrapped around me.

How wet your pussy would get if I told you all of the ways I craved you.

And then I’d burn them as soon as the next pair arrived. ”

She holds up two fingers. The length of them shines with her arousal.

I open my mouth, and she climbs onto my lap, swiping around my lips first and then between them. The taste of her melts onto my tongue, and I can’t help the moan it draws from my throat.

She smiles that sexy, confident smile of hers and whispers, “You’re obsessed with me.”

“Isn’t that obvious by now?”

Moving her body closer, her tits press against my chest and her pussy grinds over my cock.

Before our lips even meet, she’s licking into my mouth.

Her hunger for me amplifies every sensation buzzing beneath my skin.

She reaches between us, and we both watch as she rubs the head of my cock along her clit and cunt.

“No more teasing. Let me see you take me like a good fucking wife,” I rasp out, watching as her pussy lips part and slide up and down my cock.

A moan catches in her throat. “You’re much larger than what I’m used to, Daddy,” she says as she works herself over me. “I need the tease.”

I wrap my arm around her and flip us so she’s lying flat. “Then let me make things a little wetter, so I can slide into your pretty little pussy.”

“Oh my god,” she groans, writhing against me. “Say that again.” Biting her lip, she looks down at me as I push her knees wider.

“Pretty.” I spit where I’m about to eat. “Little.” I rub my thumb along the hood of her clit, and then work two fingers into her. “Pussy.”

She moans, long and loud, head tilted down to watch everything I’m doing.

I twist my wrist and curl my fingers deep inside, finding the spot that I know is going to flood me if I can work her just right. Moving my fingers faster, I add more pressure and lean in to use my tongue against her clit, humming at her taste.

It doesn’t take long for her legs to tense. So I lift my mouth, and instead of easing up, I add more pressure, working her harder, knowing she’s going to fucking come. “That’s my girl. Come for Daddy.”

That’s all it takes.

Hadley exhales harshly, her body tremoring, neck arching back, and like a wound-up fuck toy, she cries out as she douses me.

Coming so hard that her pussy squirts and makes a fucking mess of us.

I couldn’t care less. Smirking, I kneel up and tap the head of my cock along her clit, knowing she’s extra sensitive. She lets out the cutest whimper.

“You okay, sugar?”

Opening her eyes, in a daze, she drags her fingers along her mouth. “I’m more than okay. I want to do that again.”

“Mind if I fuck you first?” I say, still petting her swollen pussy with the head of my dick.

“Still not sure how this fits, but yeah, let me see you slide inside, Daddy.”