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I’m suddenly ravenous for him. Needy and desperate. Also, I’m terrified that if this conversation continues, I’ll tell him my own truth, and that could change everything.

I slip out of his lap to kneel between his parted legs. His eyes darken as I run my hands up his thick thighs and reach for his belt.

“What are you doing, little menace?”

“What does it look like?” I unbuckle his belt, pop the button, and pull the zipper down.

“Like you have plans for me.”

I slip my hand into his boxer briefs, my fingers closing around his length. He’s already hard. I free him from the fabric and stroke him. His eyes heat, and he watches me with rapt fascination as I leave open-mouthed kisses on the shaft, working my way up to the head. I meet his hot gaze as I take him between my lips, licking him, sucking him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He skims my bottom lip with his thumb as I fuck him with my mouth, reveling in the way it feels when he looks at me like this—like I’m his world, like I’m the only thing he wants.

He frames my face with his hands, eyes flaring as he holds me immobile, his cock halfway down my throat.

“Connor, I didn’t realize you were home. I was coming to see if Dred needed anything before I retired for the night,” Ethel says from what sounds like the other side of the room.

I freeze, but I’m hidden behind the massive desk. Ethel has no idea I’m on my knees sucking off my husband.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, the other hand leaving my face.

“We’re fine,” he grinds out. “Thank you, though. She just stepped out for a minute.”

“Ah. I see. Well, tell her I said good night.”

I apply suction.

His fingers press firmly against the hinge of my jaw. “I’ll do that. Have a good night, Ethel,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You too, sir.”

Several seconds pass before his hands are on my face again, and he slides out of my mouth, tipping my chin up to kiss me roughly. “Did you want Ethel to know you were trying to swallow my cock, darling?” He rises, pulling me with him, and strips me out of my shirt. His lips ghost mine, fingers curved around my jaw. “Should I bend you over your desk and fuck you right here, with the door wide open, where anyone can walk by?”

I moan against his mouth.

He grins darkly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He spins me around, pulls my leggings and panties down, and moves me into position. A thrill shoots through me as he gently runs his hand down my spine. My chest and stomach meet the polished wood surface, and I turn my head, cheek pressing against discarded papers. Our half-finished dinner plates are a few inches away, takeout containers next to them.

He slips his fingers between my already trembling thighs. “Such a pretty, wet cunt.” He pushes two fingers into me and folds over me to kiss my cheek. “I think I’ll eat you later, when we’re in bed and I can take my time. How does that sound, wife?”

“Yes, please.”

“Such a sweet little menace.” His fingers withdraw, and he quickly rolls a condom down his length and sheaths himself inside me in one smooth stroke. His body covers mine, his mouth at my ear. “You feel so fucking good, Mildred. So wet and hot and perfect.” He slips a hand between my legs to rub my clit.

I come, spasming around him, groaning his name.

“Louder, darling, they can’t hear you in the kitchen.”

The heat of his chest leaves my back, and his fingers dig into my hips as he fucks into me, hard and fast. My pussy makes wet sucking sounds with every thrust, and it’s all I can do to hold on and enjoy the ride as I careen into bliss, moaning his name through another orgasm.

And then he’s close again, lips at my ear, whispering dirty praise as he comes. We don’t make it to the bedroom before the next round. Instead, I end up on my back on the desk with Connor on his knees, my legs thrown over his shoulders as he buries his face between my thighs and makes good on his promise.

CHAPTER 33

DRED

I’ve just changed into something that isn’t covered in my cum and Connor’s saliva when my phone pings with new messages. I find it on the floor under the desk. My stomach lurches as Victor’s name appears several times. I gave him and Everly my cell number when they started volunteering, so they could let me know if they would be late. Obviously I gave them the green light to contact me if they ever needed anything, be that school- or life-related. Their last message before today was me thanking them for their gift. Cordelia told me they paid for it all on their own, which makes it even more special.