“No.” Shaking her head, she cuts me off, her dark eyes locking on mine. “It’s the truth, and we both know it. So when you ran off to rescue Mia, it was like this confirmation, in mymind, that you’d just been biding your time with me, waiting for her to come back.”
“Oh, baby. That’s not true.”
Or maybe it is. Maybe I am that much of an asshole.
Fuck.
Sloane jerks a shoulder, her as yet untouched wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the glass. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, it’s how I felt.”
My arms physically ache to hold her, but instinct holds me back. “What changed?”
A slow, soft smile curves her lips. “Me. Or, I don’t know, maybe I didn’t change. Maybe I just… finally figured out what I want.”
“What do you mean?”
“I came downstairs that next morning, totally ready to be a bitch to Mia. Because she was everything I wasn’t. But then I saw her, so cute and tiny in one of your t-shirts and it was like my whole world shifted, ever so slightly, and the pieces of our marriage that never quitefitfinally clicked into place.”
Heart pounding, I look at her, reallylook,searching for any hint of artifice. But I find only a heart-rending honesty. “Is that why you tried to get her spanked that first morning?”
She has the grace to blush and duck her head. “Yeah. I, ah, thought it would be really hot. And I was right.”
My cock jerks in my pants, not just at the memory of having Mia naked over my knee again, but the hunger in my wife’s gaze as she watched on. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Sloane lifts her head, and I nearly groan at the sight of her blown pupils, her flushed cheeks. “Yes?”
Her response is breathless, needy. And even though I know we have a fuck ton more to discuss, I don’t care. The logistics can wait.
I need my wife, and I need her now.
“Put the wine down and come here.”
How could I ever have thought she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body? The second I issue the order, she sets her wine on the coffee table alongside the monitor. I do the same, freeing up my hands for when she climbs onto my lap, straddling me on our couch.
Cupping her ass, I pull her closer, fighting the urge to rip her leggings from her and bury my cock inside her. “My clever little wife,” I murmur, kneading her bottom as she grins down at me. “Do you want to ride Daddy’s cock, Mommy?”
“God, yes. Yes.” Dropping her weight fully onto me, Sloane grinds against my aching cock. “Fuck me, Daddy, please.”
My wife hasn’t called me Daddy in almost ten years. Hearing it from her now, even in an entirely unexpected context, rips the last of my self-control to shreds.
Tightening my hold on her, I roll, flipping our positions so Sloane is pinned beneath me. A writhing, clawing, feral little thing, she yanks at my shirt, pulling it up over my head. And then her nails are on me, digging into my back as she arches up beneath me.
We tear at each other’s clothes, mindless with need until we’re both naked and desperate for each other. Hooking my arm beneath her knee, I push her leg back, opening her to me as I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her.
“God! Ethan!” Head thrown back, she’s the very picture of ecstasy, and her soaked cunt clenches around me as I fuck her, hard and fast and frantic right there on the couch.
Sloane screams as the orgasm rips through her, and I follow her over an embarrassingly short time later. Still buried inside my wife’s pussy, I stare down at her in shocked wonder as laughter shakes her body.
“Holyfuck,” she says shakily, reaching up to run a hand through her mussed hair. “If I’d known bringing a babygirl intoour marriage would have that effect, I would have done it ten years ago.”
Shifting our weight, I roll her on top of me, running my hand down her bare back. “I’m not sure it would have been the same. We aren’t the same people we were back then.”
“Maybe. I just hate that we wasted so many years?—”
“Hey.” Sliding my hand into her hair, I pull her down to me, until we are so close I can feel her breath on my lips. “Not a single fucking second of my life with you has been wasted. You hear me? Not a single second.”
Tears glitter in her eyes, but only for a moment before she blinks them away. “Yeah. Yeah, I hear you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
