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I stare at him. “Why did you do that alone? I wanted to be involved.”

“You’re involved.”

“How am I involved if you went without me?”

“You’re involved because I told the builder he doesn’t need to talk to me anymore. I’m the money, but you’re the client. He does whatever you want. If you’re not happy, he doesn’t get paid.”

His gaze returns to the football game, and he shakes his head.

“What did he say?” I ask, surprised. The builder was our top choice and came highly recommended, but at our first meeting he hadn’t paid attention to me when Sasha was in the room.

“What’s he gonna say to me?” Sasha says absently. “What the hell kind of throw is that?” he asks the television.

“So I’m in charge? Of a construction crew?” I ask.

He flicks the television off and turns to look at me. He lifts my hand to examine the diamond ring. He rubs his thumb over it, then drops his hand to my small belly bump.

“It’s your house.”

“It’s your house too. You’re paying for it. You’re going to live in it,” I say.

“I’d live in a box under a bridge if that’s where you decided to live.”

I laugh softly. “You would not.” I unzip his jeans, freeing his cock as I lower myself to my knees. “But that’s a sweet thing to say. And telling the builder to listen to me was very sweet too.”

“Stand up. I want mine too,” he says. He picks me up, reaching under my dress and pulling my panties off. He drops them on the floor and takes me to bed.

He sits on the edge and drapes me over his muscular thighs, flipping my skirt up.

“Hey!” I say, reaching a hand back to cover my ass.

“Get that out of my way,” he says.

“Why?”

He pins my arm in the middle of my back. “Gotta do some things before they’re off limits.”

His big hand lands heavily on my ass. I squeak and squirm. My flesh is already more sensitive than it used to be.

“Sasha,” I plead.

He goes on spanking me until I’m gasping and flushed with heat. He squeezes my flaming globes then pushes a pair of fingers into my soaked pussy.

“Mmm. Gotta spank your ass to get all the honey I can eat.” He swings my lower body around as he lies back.

I’m still panting with stinging eyes when his tongue plunges into me and the stubble of his beard rubs against my clit.

I groan. Sasha has my number. He doesn’t ask me what I want him to do. He does the things that make my pussy the wettest for him.

“What are you waiting for, Raven? Suck my dick. Get it ready to fuck you.”

“I will,” I say, dragging my fingernails over his thighs hard enough to leave marks.

He slaps my punished ass again.

“Ow!”

He reaches down, fisting his cock and bringing it to my mouth. I lick the shiny purple head and then suck it into my mouth. My tongue swirls over him, licking the pre-cum from the slit.