I glanced behind me to see what she was looking at. I’d managed to walk us to the area where residences started to bleed into downtown, houses interspersed with small businesses for another block or so. And right on the cusp of that area was Mabel and George’s home.
My brows flew up to my hairline. “You want to fuck in Mabel’s house?”
“God no,” she said, then lifted her chin to the right of the house. “But I have a key to her she-shed.”
Mabel’s Pleasure Palace—dubbed the smut shed by locals—was where she hosted some of her sex toy parties, and I could only imagine what lay within those walls. But I didn’t care. Not when I was thirty seconds away from being inside Quinn again.
So, with her legs still wrapped around me, I took off in that direction, forcing myself not to flat-out sprint.
“You’re seriously going to carry me there?” she asked, the barest hint of amusement in her voice.
“You’re damn right I am. The only reason I’m going to let you down is to bend you over, flip up that little skirt, and sink inside the pussy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since the last time I fucked you.”
Quinn shuddered in my arms, and I picked up my pace, my need to be inside her a constant thrum in my cock. When we got close, she fumbled in her pocket before pulling out the key in triumph and unlocking the door.
I didn’t hesitate to step inside and kick it shut behind us. The space was small, and though I’d never seen the interior, I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention now. Not when I had tunnel vision for my wife.
I set her down in front of a narrow table that ran the length of the front window. There were no blinds or curtains, meaning everyone who walked by on the path ten yards away would be able to see clearly inside. But I couldn’t be bothered to worry about that. Not when Quinn was standing in front of me, looking as if she’d stepped straight out of one of my dirty dreams.
Ihadgotten her wet, the front of her dress clinging to her full tits and that soft belly and those fucking thighs I wanted wrapped around my head. The pale purple sundress was one of her favorites—mine, too. I could barely drag my eyes away whenever she wore it.
She was a goddamn wet dream come to life, and she wasmy wife.
A wife I hadn’t fucked in two weeks because of some bullshit she’d concocted in her head to keep us apart. Well, I was done.Done. I wasn’t going to let her avoid the inevitable any longer.
I spun her around so she faced the window and flipped up that flirty little skirt, taking in the lush curves and scrap of lace she wore underneath. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, running my finger along her ass beneath the pale blue lace. “Who’d you wear these for, wife? Were you hoping I’d see them?”
“No,” she snapped at me over her shoulder, that fire shining bright in her eyes. “I wore them forme. Women can wear lingerie for themselves, you know.”
I chuckled under my breath. “I might believe you if you weren’t tilting your hips up to get me to touch you.”
And I wanted to.Fuck, I wanted to. Over the past two weeks, I’d jacked off in the shower to thoughts of her more times than I could count, like I was fifteen all over again. Though my hand had been a satisfactory substitute while my dick was on strike…now? After I’d been inside the tight little heaven she had between her legs?Nothingcompared to that.
“You’ve run the show for two weeks, and I’ve let you, but I’m done.” I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass and pressed my lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in here, kitten. Right in front of this window so anyone walking by can look in and see that I couldn’t wait to get my wife home before I had to be inside her perfect cunt.”
Her reflection stared back at me, making my dick even harder. Her eyes were glazed, her attention transfixed on the people walking along the sidewalk, cheeks flushed as she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. Shelikedthat idea. And I’d bet anything she was wet as hell.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
A slight hesitation, then a whispered, “Yes.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, kitten. I want to know everything that turns you on. Everything that gets you off, including the idea of getting caught. You like that, don’t you? Like that there’s a possibility someone will look this way and know how good you’re getting fucked.”
She shuddered against my chest as I reached around and cupped her full tits, brushing my thumbs over the hardened peaks. “Yes.”
I ran my lips over her shoulder, sucking at the spot that had her moaning my name last time. “But first, I need to check something.”
“What?” She arched her hips, rubbing her ass against my cock.
“I’m going to reach into those panties and see if your pussy’s wet. And if it is? Your ass is getting spanked because you’ve been denying it what it needs. Now put your hands on the table and let me see.”
With only the briefest pause—no doubt her stubbornness over giving me an inch—she did as I said, a shudder working its way through her body. And if I had any question about whether having my palm crack on her backside was something she’d be into, the wiggle of her ass as she tried to get closer to me told me everything I needed to know.
“You know what I think I’m going to find, kitten? I think I’m going to find you’ve made a mess of these cocktease panties. That your needy little cunt has soaked all the way through.”
Slipping my finger under the lace edge, I guided it down the generous curve of her ass and then between her legs, groaning when I felt just how wet she was. I slipped my finger inside her, pumping slowly before pulling it out and sucking it clean with a groan, tasting just how much she wanted me.
“I fucking knew it.” I smacked my palm down hard on her ass, her answering moan and the pinkening of her cheek sending a shock wave straight to my dick.
