Page 14 of Give It a Day (Song-Smith #1)

She studies me over the rim of her glass, her eyes gleaming. “Okay, Dae . But just so you know, if you keep bossing me around— even if it’s for my own good—I might give you a hard time during the reception after all.”

“And doing so would risk your desired goal to discuss an annulment.” The words leave my mouth rougher than I intend. The air between us thickens, her smirk fading as her glare locks on my unmoving gaze.

For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then she leans forward. “That’d be a move only a horrific asshole would make.”

I stand slowly, adjusting my tailored jacket. “Such language from a lady.”

She smirks and ignores my comment, eyeing me with heavy lids. “Thanks, Dae , for the scrumptious snack.” She crosses her legs, making the hem of her dress pool upwards.

My eyes roam over the bare skin of her legs. “As I’ve said, I can’t have my wife pass out at our reception, can I?”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten.” She scoffs. “ Pass out like I already did? In your car after you fucked me senseless? Before you dragged me to the wedding?”

There’s my vulgar wife, the very same who stripped under me in the backseat of my car, practically begging for my cock.

But if I remind her that, she might stomp away this time, and I want her alone with me for a little longer, even if it’s in my study.

When she shifts, pulling at the hem of her dress, my mind is decided. I have to have her. Here and now.

A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I have to admit, carrying you was quite enjoyable. Though not as enjoyable as undressing you again will be.”

“Flirt,” she says accusingly with a small smile, downing the rest of her second shot.

“It’s the truth . You look absolutely beautiful, by the way.” My gaze brazenly roams over her. “That dress was made for you. And nice touch, still wearing the family heirloom.”

“I thought so too, you know, for selling the lie of the happy wife. And you don’t look so bad yourself, my dashing husband.”

Warmth spreads through me from hearing those words, surprised by how genuine she sounds. “I think we might pull this whole reception off if we keep flirting like this,” I say, deliberately closing the distance between us.

She stands, leaning back on my desk. “And if we keep staring at each other like this…I think we’ll do more than be convincing.”

My eyes lock onto hers, and there’s that crackle of tension in the air again.

“You’re right,” I admit, reaching out to gently tilt her chin up.

“We can’t keep staring at each other like this without doing something about it.

” My thumb caresses her lower lip, wondering when it stopped swelling from my bruising kisses, and finding myself needing to correct it this instant.

“Shame we have a reception party to host so soon…” She has the nerve to tease me again, kissing my thumb with her pretty, pink lips.

My heart is racing, her hold over me making my composure crumble. “Fuck the party,” I growl, my other hand coming up to grip the back of her head, her hair feels soft as silk in my tightening fingers.

“But our families put a lot of effort into it…” She’s mocking me with words I said earlier. They bring out that roaring drive out of me, to pounce on her, to put her in her place.

“I can make it quick.” I lean in, my lips hovering above her. “Even if I don’t want to.”

“I thought the party was important. You know, to mingle with your fellow investors .”

She laughs softly as I hold her by the back of her thighs, lifting her to sit on top of the desk, and positioning myself between her legs. It’s enough to make the hem of her dress pool around her hips, revealing her lace-covered pussy.

I watch her closely, noticing the stark difference of her defiance back in the car and now, on my desk where files of filthy secrets are neatly piled. The look in her eyes and the way her lips curve tell me everything I need to know—she wants me too.

“You’re playing nicely for a change, Kayla.” I briefly kiss her to tease her back after all the teasing she’s done.

“Call me Kaye,” she says in a sultry whisper as she grabs me by the front of my jacket and sharply pulls me even closer to her. “I’m your wife now, aren’t I?”

My gaze narrows in on her. She’s all I see, no longer noticing that I’m in my study that holds enough dirty secrets that could destroy empires.

Instead, she’s everything I see, feel, and breathe in.

I pull her into another kiss, deepening it while my hand slips up her thigh to hike her dress’ hem higher.

“Kaye…” I say her name in reverence, right against her moaning lips.

I only pull away, breaking our kiss, to watch her spread her legs eagerly for me.

“Good girl,” I growl, feeling the heat in me rise by the second.

My fingers reach her lace thong, and just as I did in the backseat of my car, I slide it to the side. She’s mine, so I don’t need to ask when I want to take anything from her. Sliding my fingers through her warm and wet folds, I groan long and pained, dying to feel her tightness again.

My ring finger glimmers with my wedding ring, all the more reason that it’s the finger I slowly press inside her, because she belongs to me as much as I belong to her.

I hear her pant and moan while my eyes are glued to my ring finger thrusting into her. “Do you feel the coolness of the ring around my finger, Kaye? Do you like knowing your husband is doing this to you? Making you fall apart with only a finger?”

She rolls her hips, her hands reaching for my shoulders to steady herself.

“Good girl, take what you want,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers.

My free hand grips her hip firmly, feeling the silky fabric of her dress.

My mouth finds her neck, kissing her there in a way that matches how my ring finger is fucking her, while my middle finger slides through her wetness, rubbing her swollen bud, pink as a rose.

She chants my name, and her melodic voice, along with the sounds of her juices coating my fast fingers, mellow me into a state I’ve never been in before—a calm satisfaction that surrounds me like I’m sinking into warm water, never wanting to leave.

“Come for me, Kaye,” I command her as I watch her squirm. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

She tenses under me, and then, there’s the fluttering of her eyes closing, her lips parting to let out breathy whimpers, and her pussy gripping my finger.

I keep them inside her for another moment before she hangs her head.

I kiss the top of her hair, breathing in her warm scent, while she catches her breath.

I gently pull my finger out of her and bring it to my lips. Tilting her chin with my other hand, I make her watch me lick my wet fingers. “Better than the finest liquor. ”

“Hm, that’s surprisingly sweet of you.” Her lips form a real smile, directed at me. How fascinating.

“Sweet isn’t the word I’d use to describe myself.

” I help her get on her feet, making sure she’s steady, while I fix her dress.

“But when it comes to you, I’ll be whatever you need.

Soft, sweet, protective, possessive…” I fix her hair, running my hand through it as if she’s this fragile thing, even when she’s proven she’s most definitely not.

Many women have wanted me, but not many could handle what I have to give to get off. But Kaye certainly can.

“Keep it up, pretty boy. And you might get a happy wife in your hands after all.” She places her hand on my chest as she lifts herself up by her toes to kiss me.

“Is that your way of saying you’re falling for me, little bird?” Tell me it’s not only me . She pulls a face that says it might only be truly me, but it makes me chuckle all the same.

“After half a day?” She scoffs softly. “ Please , Dae, in your dreams.” But she giggles, kissing me again before she smiles warmly. I could stare at her looking at me like that all day. “But you sure make for excellent eye candy and a really good lay.”

“In my dreams?” I repeat that specific part as I follow her out of my study. With the door closing behind me, it automatically locks. Walking beside her, I smirk. “Just you wait, I’ll have you eating those words soon enough.”

“Oh, really? I’d like to see you try.” She smiles slyly at me as we walk toward the vineyard in the back of the mansion, where the reception is going to take place in a little while. “Seeing you try would be more amusing than a boring reception party.”

I smile a shade at her insistence. “You think you can resist my charms?”

“No, I don’t think I could.” Interestingly, she freely admits that, laughing softly as we walk side by side.

I walk a bit faster, taking the lead. Glancing over at her, I can tell she’s being honest and unguarded.

In any case, she’s handed her body over to me twice, and got married to me in between those times. There’s nothing left to hide.

My hand finds the small of her back as I guide us toward the vineyard. “If you’re admitting that you can’t resist me, why pretend?”

She raises a brow, smirking. “You’re a curious fella, aren’t ya?”

“That’s what you get for marrying a Gemini.” My tone is a husky heckle.

“You would be a Gemini. What do you think my sign is?” She flashes me a challenging smile while we continue walking. She follows my lead with ease.

“Not a Scorpio, but close.” My eyes narrow at her, studying her. She beams under my scrutiny, subtly defiant, just when I think she’s starting to behave. “But you are intense with a sting.”

“Then let me give you more hints, husband of mine.” She brings her head up, looking at me smugly. “I don’t like commitments, but I follow my drive for pleasure, no matter how ridiculous. I’m good at solving problems but also pushing past limits.”

“Hmm, like a Libra but…” I drawl. “That would be a person who seeks peacemaking above all else.”

“Have I really given you the idea that I seek peace ?” She breathily laughs, making me smile a little.