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CONNOR

I fix the tire in the muggy heat while Allie’s voice echoes in my head.

"Maybe you should take your shirt off.”

It was its own special kind of hell.

I knew she thought she won. That she could get away with that smug little strut back to the car and leave me wrecked.

She’s wrong.

We ride in silence. She sips her soda like she didn’t just flip the power dynamic. I let her cling to the illusion of control.

But I know exactly where we’re headed.

* * *

The sky opens up in a downpour. Lightning cracks, thunder booms, and Allie jumps every time.

I turn off the highway and pull into a run-down motel lot.

She swallows hard. "Another motel?"

I don’t respond as I grab the bags from the car.

She follows, muttering about true crime documentaries and serial killers.

At the front desk, the guy hands over a key. "Enjoy your honeymoon."

She gapes at him, wide-eyed.

I lean in. "Told you, baby. Everyone knows you’re mine."

She doesn’t argue. Just glares at me, then spins on her heel.

We climb the stairs because she refused the elevator, fearing we’d get stuck in it because of the storm. I enjoy the view, then reach up and pinch her ass.

She spins on me. "Don’t touch me."

“In a bad mood, wife?"

She glares at me.

But when the thunder cracks again, she jumps and moves closer.

I usher her into the room, close the door, and drop the bags.

Her body is rigid, eyes wide.

Game on.

“Take your shirt off," I murmur.

“W-what?”

I stalk closer, pressing her back to the bed. "You wanted to play earlier."

My hands slide to her hips.

"Now it’s my turn."

She trembles but doesn’t back away.

I step back, waiting.

She hesitates, then pulls her shirt off.

I drag my eyes over her body, slow and consuming. "Put your hands on me."

They shake as she places them on my chest.

I lean in. "Scared, baby?"

She doesn’t answer.

I trail my mouth down her throat to her collarbone. "You fight me at every turn. And now? You’re trembling for me."

My fingers skim the waistband of her leggings. Her hips jerk.

“Want something, sweetheart?"

She whimpers.

“Use your words."

She remains silent.

I drop to my knees, kiss down her stomach, and whisper, "Beg me."

Still nothing.

I chuckle. She’s foolish if she thinks I won’t break her down.

I slide her leggings down. Her soaked panties prove everything I need to know.

I pull them down and then blow gently over her skin. She shudders.

“Still think you’re in control?"

She shudders but remains silent.

I place kisses on her thighs. She squirms, clutches my shoulders.

“Want my tongue, baby? Want me to lick you till you fall apart?"

“God, yes," she breathes, then instantly looks like she regrets it.

“Beg,” I command. "Say it."

Her eyes wordlessly plead with me.

She swallows hard, then finally says, "Please, Connor. Lick me."

“Try again."

She growls, then huffs.

But when I place a kiss right beside her pussy, she cracks.

“Please, husband. Lick me."

I grin.

Victory.

“That’s my good wife."

I push her onto the bed, then drag her to the middle of it.

Then I devour her.

Her moans destroy me.

Her thighs tremble as I taste every bit of her, dragging her higher and higher until she shatters, calling my name.

I shed my pants and boxers before climbing up her body, still shirtless from fixing the tire. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

I kiss her, then drag her to the edge of the bed. Her head hangs off the edge of the mattress.

I move, standing over her, the tip of my cock pointed at her lips.

She frowns. "I don’t think it’ll fit."

I wink. "It’ll fit, sweetheart. We just have to stretch your mouth like we did your pussy.”

Her eyes widen. She opens her mouth, and I guide the head of my cock so it’s on her lips.

Now it’s my turn.