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He’s said it aloud now. We both know this will blow up in our faces when Ainsley returns. Understanding passes between us. He’s still damp with bathwater, and glorious. And while that truncheon of an erection softened away while he was talking to Ainsley, as he drags a proprietorial gaze over my body, it thickens before my eyes.

“Are you sore?” he asks bluntly.

“No.” I’m not sure that’s true, but the bath definitely helped. And the adrenaline that’s buzzing along my bloodstream dispels anything that might appear tomorrow.

“Get on the bed,” he says gruffly, yanking off his towel and letting it fall. “All fours.”

My brain doesn’t understand immediately, then his eyebrows pinch together and no, no that’s the last thing I ever want. I scurry to obey, discarding my towel and almost running to climb onto the unfamiliar bed covered with crisp white sheets. I position myself on the edge where I think he’ll want me.

I expect him to be right at my back, but there’s a pause. Seconds tick by, and I can’t even hear his footsteps.

I’m so naked, so exposed as I wait for him. My breasts hang down, heavy and I stare at the dark wooden headboard. I’ve never been like this. I’m seldom bare for long, just while I shower, then it’s on with cotton knickers immediately.

A chill passes over the curve of my butt, and shivers deliciously up my spine. My hair is a curtain either side of my face, and instinctively, I keep my eyes forward.

We have a year.

“Good girl.” His footsteps are slow and deliberate across the room and I bite my lip to keep in a moan. “Don’t move.”

He places his palm on the small of my back, steadying. We’ve only had sex once, and already the anticipation is winding me up to the point I might shake apart from the effort of not pushing into his touch.

The tip of his length notches to me and he pushes achingly slowly into my waiting, soaking pussy. The gradual pinch of pain immediately blooms into fullness. His cock is so big.

We have one year. That’s my last thought before pleasure takes over as he eases back out, then in, deeper, over and over until he pounds mercilessly into me, my tits swinging from the force of his thrusts.

I’m going to be his eager little housewife for 365 days and enjoy every single one until this falls apart.

7

DUNCAN

I have been insatiable. It has been a week since we married, and the hunger is just getting worse, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Knowing I can have Blythe whenever I want should make it easier, there shouldn’t be any desperation. But sex with my wife is more and more addictive. It’s sweeter every time we join, and understand each other better. She lifts her knee before I grab it to deepen my penetration, or threads her fingers into my hair and tilts her chin to indicate she wants a kiss. I get her to a second or third orgasm before I shoot my load into her now.

I want her day and night. I’ve been waking in the dark and rolling her under me to fit us together, lubricated by my come from the late evening, before she’s even awake. Sometimes a part of me hopes she won’t wake up, so she doesn’t understand how much I need her.

She always does.

And, bonnie lass that she is, every time—alright it’s every night—she reaches for me. Either finding my hand and linking our fingers, or wrapping her legs around my waist.

I couldn’t ask for a more convenient wife.

I’m looking forward to her weekend off in some masochistic way. It’s almost too much, having her anytime I want. I’ve been a kid in a sweetshop. But equally, there’s a sick feeling of dread when I drive from the Blackstone headquarters to my private house on Friday.

She’s waiting for me in the hall, and we both stop, uncertain. Wearing a floaty skirt that makes me want to get to my knees before her, she looks as fresh and sweet as a daisy.

“Mr Blackstone.” She sounds nervous. “When does the weekend begin?”

I cannae read her expression. I should say now. If she worked a normal job, Friday night would be her own. I’m an idiot for insisting on this. What’s the right response?

“Do you have plans for this evening?”

She’s already shaking her head before I can finish the question.

“There’s a new show on in the West End.” That may not be true, but I’ll find something plausible. “It would be good to be seen there.”

Blythe’s pale blue eyes brighten. “Oh, so you need me to accompany you.”

I need her always.