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That line of thinking fractured the second my new secretary Madison walked in.

She entered without knocking, which was a bold move. She had clearly decided the boundaries no longer applied to her.

When I finally looked up, I took my time dragging my gaze over her. The blouse was tighter this week, the neckline lower, practically begging for attention when she leaned forward. Her skirt hugged her hips, and her heels clicked against the floor as she approached. She placed the file on my desk, but her fingers remained on it. She angled her body to give me a better view.

Her intentions were predictable and deliciously transparent.

I let my eyes linger on her waist, the fabric stretched across her ass, and the slight change in her stance that told me exactly what she wanted. My dick responded instantly, thickening against my thigh. For a second, I pictured bending her over the desk, yanking her skirt up, and fucking her hard. I could have her whenever I wanted, and she clearly hoped I would.

I leaned back in my chair and held her gaze.

“Anything else?” I asked.

Her lips parted. Satisfaction crossed her face. “No, Mr. Kincaid. That is everything.”

I gave her the small smile that made women stupid. “You can go.”

Her hips swayed with obvious intent as she walked out. I watched her leave, already knowing how easily I could fuck her and forget her before the next morning.

The door clicked shut behind her, but the arousal remained. I adjusted myself in the chair, my cock still half-hard and aching.

I reviewed the file she had delivered, signed the final page, and checked my watch. I picked up the desk phone and called my driver.

“Front entrance. Five minutes.”

I put on my jacket, turned off the lights, and locked the office behind me.

The building was nearly empty as the elevator descended. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, the limousine was already waiting beneath the streetlights. The driver opened the rear door without a word.

I slid inside and found Samantha waiting for me.

She sat on the opposite side of the limo with her legs crossed, wearing a red strappy dress that exposed most of her thighs. Her eyes traveled over me with quiet hunger.

The back of the limo was pure luxury. Wide, roomy, black leather seats that felt more like a private lounge than a backseat. Heavily tinted windows. The partition fully raised. Plenty of space to move, and I was sure the driver would still hear every filthy thing I was about to do to my wife.

“Rough day, husband?” she asked softly as the car glided into traffic, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

I loosened my tie, eyes dragging slowly over her body. “You could say that, wife.”

She uncrossed her legs with intentional slowness. My gaze dropped straight between her thighs. No panties. I could see the smooth, bare skin and the glistening pink of her pussy already wet for me. A fresh surge of heat flooded my veins.

I closed the distance in one smooth motion, crowding her against the leather. My hand slid up her thigh, fingers pressing into soft flesh. “You planning on fixing it for your husband?”

Her lips curved. “I didn’t realize that was part of my job description, but I’m very motivated to perform my wifely duties.”

My gaze moved down her body.

“I asked your driver to pick me up first,” she said. “I wanted to surprise you. I knew you’d appreciate the dress.”

“You were right.” I gripped her chin, tilting her face up to mine. My thumb brushed her lower lip. “Now I want you to take my cock like a good little wife.”

Her pupils blew wide. A soft, shaky exhale left her. I dragged her onto my lap, her knees sinking into the leather on either side of my thighs, dress riding all the way up. My hands were already under it, palming her ass, squeezing hard. I ran two thick fingers through her slit.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Already soaked. You’ve been sitting here dripping for me with no panties on?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Words, Samantha.”