The pleasure was building quickly, and it felt like she’d never come down.

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Jace gazed down on his hot wife and shook his head in wonder. Her long blonde hair was splayed over the rumpled sheets. Her perfect breasts were peaked and heaving, the small, round, pink areolas wet from his tongue. Her face was fresh from her morning shower and glowing with its usual flawlessness without a stitch of makeup.

She was divine, and he was going to ride her slow and hard.

They hadn’t been so playful with each other in a long time, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

He always craved her, but seeing her so eager and hearing her sexy words made him want to plunge deep and erupt instantly. His Southern wife was so proper most of the time, so when she allowed her raunchy side to show, it was pure heaven.

It made him even harder thinking about what he was going to get her to say next. “Are you ready for me, Care?” He angled himself over her, grabbing the base of his cock, teasing the tip along her wetness. “Tell me how ready you are. I need to know how hard you want it.” He edged her thighs open and pushed the head into her opening and drew back, and then again.

“Oh, you are the devil himself this morning, Jason,” Caroline answered. “I’m so ready I could orgasm right now if you just talked dirty to me for a few more minutes. Say something with the word ass in it, if you could be so kind.”

Jace chuckled. “You want me to tell you how I want to grab on to your nice, perfect ass and roll you up, so I can plow myself deep?” She groaned and slid her hands over her own breasts, kneading them and twisting the pink peaks in front of him. It was all he could do not to drive his cock in to the hilt. “I want to know how much you want me inside you, Caroline. Tell me how badly you want my big cock.” He rocked the tip against her again, sliding it up and down over her clit. “Come on, tell me.”

“Instead of telling you, how about I just show you?” She eased her back off the bed, her firm abs clenching as she brought a hand down between her thighs and parted her wetness for him with two fingers. “This is how badly I want you, Jason. I’m drenched waiting for you to fuck me senseless. I want to come so bad I might die. Do it now, or so help me, I’ll get the vibrator and you can watch me fuck myself.”

Jace tossed his head back and uttered a guttural cry.

Caroline had changed the game.

She rarely did that.

She was usually content to play along with his banter, taking on a more passive role. But occasionally, if she was hot enough, she would do something like this, and it drove him bat-shit crazy.

It was more than lighter fluid—it was sexual napalm.

Without waiting one more second, he drove into her, her fingers still opening the entrance wide for him. He gloved himself to the hilt, and true to his words, he rolled her up on the bed and ground himself into her, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he pumped frantically.

She called his name.

He was close. He was going to have to slow down if he wanted to make this last, like he promised. This was the kind of sex that was meant to be savored and enjoyed.

With effort, he stilled, keeping himself locked inside her, panting.

She brought both her hands up and ran them across his chest, stopping to take his nipples between her fingers. He shuddered in pleasure. “You are a temptress, Caroline.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was all he could manage. “You have the face of an angel and the heart of a dominatrix. You are the perfect mix of woman for me.”

“Glad to hear it.” She wiggled beneath him, causing friction between them. “Now quit taking your own sweet time and slam your cock into me, please.”

He groaned and did as she asked, bringing her legs up and over his shoulders. Then he tugged her to the edge of their bed, making damn sure they stayed firmly connected.

Their bed stood high off the ground for this very reason. He was tall and loved fucking his wife standing up. They’d shopped around to find a bed that fit the bill, which hadn’t been easy since he was six-three.

He began to thrust again as he eased her thighs wider apart, while keeping her legs firmly draped over his shoulders, spreading her wide open. She moaned in pleasure as he drew in and out, bringing the tip almost all the way out so his head rubbed against her, then back in faster.

She brought her hips up to meet him.

“Do you need it harder?” he rasped, finding it hard to form words.

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes closed. “I need it harder. So much harder.”

He began a pounding rhythm, shaking the headboard.

He watched as her luscious tits bounced in unison with his thrusts. They were honestly the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Her skin was honey-colored, now flushed with heat. She was so sexy, he couldn’t get enough. “You feel so damn good.”

“Jace,” she murmured. “Just like that. I’m almost there.” Her head rocked back and forth.

“Don’t you even think of coming, Care,” he panted, slowing down. “I’m not done yet. I want you to tell me what got you so excited this morning. Say it out loud. Was it our discussion”—another thrust—“or was it the way Michael’s hand lingered on Piper’s thigh last night? I know you saw that.” Jace seated himself against her and rocked his pelvis until she cried out. “Or the way Michael described their sexual encounters”—he pulled out and slammed back in—“as erotic, hot, wet, and the most dynamic pleasure he’s ever experienced?” Jace gripped Caroline’s tight ass as he watched himself slide in and out of her with each delicious pull. He was on the verge of coming, and he knew she was, too. Sweat coated each of their bodies, making them gleam. “Or was it when we watched them leave and saw Michael push Piper up against the garage and take her mouth hard, and we both couldn’t look away?”

Caroline broke apart underneath him, clenching her sheath against his cock as she came.

A few more thrusts, and he was right behind her, burying himself inside while he yelled her name, pressing his face in her neck.

He loved her smell.

He loved everything about her.

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There was a knock at the back door. It was noon and Caroline was just getting ready to have lunch. “Who’s there?” Caroline called as she got up from her desk. Her office was just off the den, about ten paces from the kitchen.

It could be only one of three people.

Either it was her mother-in-law, who liked to walk around and investigate things before she decided to enter the house, or it was Michael or Piper Collins.

The closest route to the Collins’ house was through the back door. As Caroline entered the spacious kitchen, which was decorated in a contemporary style with blacks, whites, blues, and grays, Piper opened the back door and poked her head in.

“Is this an okay time?” Piper asked. “Are you busy?”

“I’m not busy at all. Come on in.” Caroline gestured for her best friend to enter. “My website is down for maintenance today, so I’m just doing paperwork.” Caroline ran a small stationery business out of her home. She sold her one-of-a-kind designs, printed on various cardstock, directly to her customers from the manufacturer’s warehouse.

Piper entered and shut the door behind her. She was taller than Caroline by a good four inches and had a long, beautiful mane of chestnut hair and a pair of sparkling hazel eyes. She was beautiful and always managed to make Caroline feel underdressed. Today Piper wore a pale pink sundress with strappy leather sandals Caroline knew were designer.