When Anton got out of the vehicle to open her door, she used that quiet private moment to speak.
“I respect that you don’t want me, but if you change your mind, I’m on birth control, and this is my consent.”
I managed to say one word, but it was loaded with all the things I couldn’t say. “Mila.”
“I want to be your fuck doll.” She blushed and bit her lip. “And I don’t plan on drinking too much tonight.”
Anton chose that moment to open the door. I barely refrained from reaching over her and yanking the door shut again. Instead I just sat and watched as she smirked at me before climbing out.
My dick was so hard it ached. Goddamn, I was going to seriously suffer tonight.
We madethe drive home in complete silence. The dinner had happened without incident except that I had stared at Mila the entire night. Her shy energy and sexy dress were a lethal combination, and I had blue balls before the appetizers had been cleared away.
I wasn’t even really sure what we had discussed over dinner. I had laughed and listened and been attentive to everyone, but my mind hadn’t been in the game.
Together, Mila and I exited the vehicle and made our way up the front entrance together.
She greeted Bandit and then let him outside, while I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of vodka.
I was tired, and my body was primed for sex. I just needed to rein in the beast for a bit longer. I needed my wife to get to bed.
She sent a reluctant Bandit upstairs, while she lingered in the kitchen with me. She was leaning forward on the island, reading her phone.
I took a cooling sip of my vodka and tried not to stare at how the sheer fabric pulled taut over her perfect butt as she bent over.
“Did you know we have a storm rolling in tomorrow?”
I drained my glass and poured myself another. “Oh, yeah?”
“Lots of wind, and there’s a rainfall warning. Bandit isn’t going to like that. He’s still not used to his raincoat.”
My dick was heavy and hard, throbbing painfully.
I imagined her naked, bent over, her hands behind her back.
I drained my second glass and carefully set it on the counter. I was about to go to hell for my choices, but I no longer cared. My self control was in tatters, and now I was ready to relish every moment of my sins.
I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against my body.
She gasped and stood up, spinning so she was up against me.
I lightly brushed a strand of hair off her beautiful face. Her eyes were on mine, questioning me, questioning my motives.
“How’s my fuck doll?”
Her eyes widened. “Your fuck doll is ready.”
I could barely restrain the hunger that coursed through my body. “You’re not ready for what I’m about to do to you.”
Her sweet smile was my undoing.
I fisted her dress by the front neckline and gently ripped the fabric, before tugging in earnest and tearing her dress down the front until she wore it like a sheer coat.
I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet, which were still clad in her high, strappy heels.
This was the line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
“Last chance to back out, darling.” I stood in front of her, not touching.
