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“No? You mean, showing up to the meeting in this outfit, and allowing the client to touch your hand?”
“He just shook my hand.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, Mrs. Masterson.” I pump harder in long and deep strokes, slamming into her soaking wet, needy pussy.
“Fuck, I don’t have a clue.”
“No?” I bite down on her throat, sucking on her pulse.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Oh my God.”
“Don’t you dare come until you admit what you did.”
“Fine, I hid my outfit from you.” She’s intentionally teasing me.
“Damn right, you did. I wouldn’t have let you come to the meeting dressed like that. That fucker had his eyes on what belongs to me.” I squeeze her breasts, and she lets out a whimpered moan. Maybe I’m a little too rough, but that deal was squashed before we even ordered our meal.
“Well, that bimbo had a shorter dress on than me.” She says that as if I’m supposed to care about another woman.
“I didn’t notice, and it doesn’t fucking matter because she isn’t my wife,” I snarl. I’d been annoyed that Wilkes had brought his daughter to the office this afternoon, but when he said she was joining us for dinner, I smelled trouble brewing. After that shit with Johnson, my protectiveness only got worse.
Frank Johnson and his wife were going to trial, but they both took the easy way out. She popped pills, and he hung himself in his prison cell. I couldn’t have been more pissed, but I also couldn’t bring them back from the dead either. Now, I watch every man around my wife, and Wilkes is just the asshole who disrespects women in all ways—I knew that by the end of the day.
Men like him use any methods they can to make a deal, but it wouldn’t work on me. It still didn’t stop my wife from getting territorial. Unfortunately, she forgot how possessive I am.
“After a year of marriage, you still haven’t learned that you’re everything to me, Wife?” I lean down and bite her ear gently.
“I know, but…” She shivers, trying to stave off her release.
“No, don’t start. Take your fucking like you deserve, and remember that you are mine, and I’m yours.” I fist her hair and pump faster, shaking the furniture.
“Sawyer,” she pleads.
“Come for me, Wife.”
“Oh, hell, I’m coming,” she moans, her hands pressing onto my thighs using me for strength as her pussy clenches around my shaft. I watch her through the mirror and she’s a damn goddess and so incredibly sexy. I let go, emptying load after load into her.
“Carry me to bed, Mr. Masterson.”
“Awfully bossy when I’m the boss.”
“Get used to it, or fire me.”
“Never.”
“Don’t say never. I’ll need a replacement soon.”
“Why?” I stare at her, hoping she’s saying what I believe she is.
“I’m having your baby, Sawyer.”
“Oh my…fuck, yes.” I pick her up and spin her around, kissing her wildly.
She’s everything to me. It’s taken us so long to start a family, but I’m happy to finally have our little one on the way. I’m so glad she moved next door all those years ago.
Jillian
I’m waddling again. My third pregnancy with babies four and five is almost over. Sawyer has a perpetually smug look on his face whenever anyone mentions that I’m pregnant again, like he’s scored another multi-million-dollar deal or something.
