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  Quincy made a disappointed noise and sucked his teeth.

  Mia yelled, “Get back in the house.”

  He wagged his dick. “He wants to play with Naomie.”

  “He’s gonna be broken in two and shoved up your ass if you don’t get back in the house. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “Never let me have any fun,” he grumbled as he walked back into the house and swung the door closed.

  Mia sighed and shook her head. “I’m going to have to let him fuck you soon or I’ll never hear the end of his whining.”

  “We could do a double-date movie night at my place. You always said you wanted to try out Dane, right?”

  “I most certainly do. You think he’ll go for it?”

  “It’s sex. He’ll go for it.” Naomie placed a quick kiss on Mia’s lips and then pulled open her car door. “Speaking of, I need to get home so he can get his. Poor baby didn’t get his morning quickie and I’m sure he didn’t get any at work. His old secretary moved away and all he does is grumble about the new one and how uptight she is.”

  Mia said in a derisive tone, “Oh, poor him, getting a secretary who doesn’t want to sleep with her boss. Whatever is the world coming to?”

  Both women laughed before sharing another kiss. Mia said, “Drive safe and text me when you get home so I know you arrived okay.”

  “I will.” Naomie slid onto the driver’s seat, ignoring the instant wet spot and the tingles of need originating from her pussy. Dane would take care of it…she hoped. Please let him not be too tired. Though Naomie wasn’t above jumping him in his sleep.

  “And get back to me on details about this double date so I can use it to placate Quincy.”

  “I’ll do that too.”

  Mia swung the car door closed and stepped back. Naomie started the engine. The vibrations added to her aroused state. Good thing Mia’s house was only a few miles up the road. Naomie didn’t have far to go before she could give in to her baser needs.

  She waved at Mia as she pulled away from the curb. Traffic was light so the trip passed quickly, which Naomie appreciated. Mia had gotten Naomie so excited she was squirming in her seat while resisting the urge to rub her clit.

  Normally a little diddling wouldn’t affect her driving but this wouldn’t be a little diddling. She wanted to spread her legs on the hood of her car and finger her pussy until someone decided to shove a dick into it. She hadn’t been hit with a craving to fuck this strong since her college days, which was more proof this had been a screwed-up day.

  She managed to park the car and walk into the house like a normal person. Dane didn’t greet her at the door as she’d thought he would. She looked around and then called, “Dane?”

  “Ah. You’re home. Finally.” He exited the office. A few quick strides brought him to her and he engulfed her in a tight hug. “You okay, sugar? Mia said you passed out after you girls got done playing.”

  “I needed sleep. That’s all.” Mention of Mia’s name reminded Naomie to fire off a quick text about her safe arrival home. Once finished, she tossed the phone in her purse and her purse toward the couch then gave Dane her full attention. Thoughts of taking a shower fled as a more pressing longing surfaced. “Don’t worry about it. Right now I need sex.” She hopped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so her skirt rode up and the wetness of her pussy drenched the front of his suit pants.

  Dane cocked one eyebrow at her with a knowing smirk. “What’s got you all hot and bothered? You’re not usually this horny after a day with the girls. They didn’t do you right or something?”

  “They did fine. But I want you.”

  “Yeah, I know. You always get so grumpy when you don’t get your morning fuck.”

  “I did get a morning fuck but it wasn’t enough.”

  Dane grinned at her. “Did you now? Anyone I know?”

  She shook her head, not caring about the conversation. “I don’t know. Have you met the gardener?”

  “The gardener? Really?” He snorted in amusement. “Next I suppose you’ll be going after the plumber?”

  So she was a walking, talking cliché. Everyone needed to get over it. “Less talk. More fucking.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He gripped her ass, walking his fingers over her cheeks toward her asshole. His grin faltered when he touched her puckered opening. “Where’s your plug?”

  “You forgot it.”

  “No, I—”

  “Yes, you did. You gave me a little pussy tickle and then left. No plug.” She shifted against him, enjoying the rasp of fabric against her slit. “Dane, can we talk about this later?”

  “Well that explains it then. If they played with this hole,” he passed the pad of one finger over her asshole, drawing a loud moan from her, “and didn’t do it right, you’re probably ready to explode.”

  “Yes. Yes. Oh, Big D, yes. Help me.” She rained kisses over his neck and chin and rubbed her clit over his covered erection. “I want your dick so bad.”

  “I can tell. But not like this.” He tapped her thighs. “Down.”

  Naomie pouted at him and tightened her hold.

  “Come on, Naomie, let go. How else am I going to give your lovely ass the attention it craves with you wrapped around me like this?” He pressed one finger against her hole and grinned at her whole-body shiver. “You know this position won’t satisfy you the way you want.”

  He was right. It took a few seconds to relay that message to the rest of her body. She let her legs go loose so she could drop back to the floor. She trembled with excitement. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. But a quick release wasn’t what she needed. She’d had enough of those already.

  What she needed was the deep, fulfilling satisfaction only Dane could give her.

  He urged her over to the kitchen island, the place where she had stood fingering her pussy earlier as she watched Jaime working. Dane missing the usual morning interlude had set the pace for the rest of the day and that pace hadn’t been a good one. Naomie’s all-consuming urge to fuck hard and fast was the proof. Dane had already said it—a day with the girls shouldn’t have left her feeling this hard up.

  She needed Dane in the morning. Even if Jaime was returning every day that week, Naomie had to find a way to fit in a quickie with Dane’s new schedule or this situation might repeat again tomorrow. As much as she loved sex, she didn’t like this overwhelming need that superseded everything else.

  They should be in the kitchen having dinner, not fucking. Naomie was hungry but she was horny more.

  Dane bent her over the kitchen island with her breasts slipping free of her top and resting on the cool tile, nudged her feet apart so she opened her legs, and grasped her ass cheeks. He spread her wide as he crouched behind her.

  A low whistle left his lips. “You are soaked, sugar. You must have driven home in a puddle.”

  “I don’t need you to state the obvious, Big D.”

  “No, you need me to stuff this cute little hole until you scream my name.”

  “Yes. Oh yes.” That simple description of how events would unfold had her rocking and humping air. A thin line of moisture escaped her pussy but that wasn’t where she wanted him.

  He laid his lips against her tailbone and she whimpered loud with need and anticipation. But he didn’t lick her, didn’t trail his hot tongue over her asshole to prepare her for the eventual intrusion of his dick.

  Dane moved up her body, placing light kisses over her back as he went. He rubbed his face over her shoulders, inhaling loud and long, then let out an animal sound of lust as he nipped her earlobe. “God, whatever perfume this is, you need to wear it more often. You smell so deliciously fuckable.”

  He curved his arm around her waist and hooked his two middle fingers inside her pussy so he hit the sweet spot while rubbing his thumb over her clit. Loud, wanting mewls left her. She rolled her hips while pressing back against the bulge in his pants.

  Dane cupped her left breast and start
ed turning her nipple ring, shifting the metal through the piercing. When it reached the ball, he turned it the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth—teasing her nipple in a way only he thought to do because he knew it drove her wild. The sensation went from her breast straight to her pussy, flooding her channel with liquid need that Dane churned as he continued tempting her toward orgasm.

  “So good.” He thrust forward, grinding his erection against her lower back. “So fucking good.” More sniffing followed by licking. “I’m ready to come just from smelling you. I love this perfume.”

  “It’s… It’s…” She was breathing too hard to get her sentence out. Concentrating hard, she said, “‘Eau de girl talk’.”

  “I don’t care what it costs. Get a whole fucking case. I want to drench you in it while I fuck you silly,” he rumbled as he moved the fingers in her pussy faster.

  Naomie orgasmed. “Dane! Dane! Please. Oh please. Yes. Please.” She screamed his name and begged for more. This wasn’t what she wanted but it was a great preliminary.

  The doorbell rang.

  “Fuck!” Dane took his hands from Naomie and backed up a step. “I swear to God if that’s one of our neighbors complaining about noise, I’ll fucking kick his ass. A man should be allowed to fuck his wife in his own fucking home in fucking peace, goddamn it.”

  While Naomie agreed with the sentiment, she didn’t show it or contribute to Dane’s tirade. One of them had to be civil while answering the door. She pulled her skirt back into place and made sure her top covered her breasts then walked to the front door. A quick glance through the peephole showed Jaime standing on the porch.

  What was he doing here? He’d said he would come early but the night before was pushing it just a bit. Naomie knew she was good—Dane’s continued under-breath cursing at the interruption was testament—however, overeagerness was a strike against Jaime.

  She shook her head. With her hand on one hip and her weight shifted to the side, she opened the door. “I didn’t expect you until morning, Jaime.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. I couldn’t wait that long. I…uh…I…” He swallowed loudly, looking down her body to her parted thighs, the insides of which were drenched due to Dane’s teasing and her recent orgasm.

  Naomie could almost see the motion travel down his throat and torso to land in his pants, where his dick sprang to attention, pointing at her parted legs as if to say “full-steam ahead”. She smiled at his honest reaction. The time for play had ended though. She wanted her husband. To have her husband, she needed to get rid of Jaime.

  She snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him jerk back and look at her face. “Hi.”

  “Hi. Uh…” He shook his head. “Shit. Sorry. The check. I didn’t get the check.”

  “Oh! Crap. I’m sorry.” She stepped back and gestured him into the house. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”

  Jaime entered, appearing nervous and out of place. That might have been because of Dane glaring at him from across the room. Jaime said, “No, I didn’t get in trouble. I told the boss I forgot the check in my other pants at home and I would bring it in the morning, which is why I’m here now since it would be weird if I show up to get my gear and don’t have the check.”

  “I totally understand and I meant to give you the check after we finished talking about the landscaping.”

  “Talking. Yeah.” He stole a glance at Dane before looking at the floor.

  Naomie knew why he was nervous. The imp in her decided to tease him a little. She wanted to see him squirm. She hooked arms with him—he startled and appeared panicked—and pulled him over to Dane. “You’ve met my husband before, right, Jaime? I’m not sure if I ever introduced you two.”

  Jaime said, “I’ve se-seen…uh…seen him around. You know…fro-from a distance.”

  Distance, huh? Naomie would bet Jaime wanted that distance between them now. Dane was taller and had more muscles than Jaime. Dane was also a possessive alpha male who wanted to fuck his bitch, not watch her cuddle up to her boy toy. Her imp cackled evilly as she said, “Jaime, Dane, my husband. Dane, Jaime the gardener. Now you’ve met. You two play nice. I’ll go get the check. I don’t even think I wrote it out yet.”

  That was a lie. The check was sitting on the computer desk. Dane had been in the office when she arrived home. He would have seen it next to the mouse but he didn’t say anything. There was a subtle shift in his mood—from annoyance to mischief—though his expression didn’t change.

  There was a reason she’d married Dane and this was it. They were the same kind of person, which meant they understood each other the best. Without communicating, they had decided to torment Jaime together.

  Naomie flounced away, putting an extra swing in her step. She’d barely crossed the office doorway and gotten out of sight before Dane said, “So I hear you fucked my wife.”

  “What!” Jaime’s voice cracked on the high-pitched question.

  “You heard me. You fucked my wife. In my house. While I was at work.”

  “I—she—it—that—what? Oh shit. Man, that’s—I mean she—what? Oh fuck.”

  “Yes, we’re talking about fucking—you and my wife. Your dick in her pussy. In my house.”

  Jaime’s reply was a bunch of incoherent sounds that could have been words if he’d figured out which ones he wanted to say first and in what order.

  Naomie had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Jaime sounded as though he was ready to piss himself. She wished she could see his face. He probably wore the cornered-rabbit-in-the-wolf’s-den look well. Just imagining it had her pussy throbbing. She fingered her clit. Pulling her top out of the way, she rubbed her taut nipples against the woven wallpaper. The sound of Jaime’s fear was getting her off in a way she didn’t want to analyze.

  If the jealous-husband-confronting-the-lover routine got her this hot all the time, she and Dane would have to do it more often. Not as role-play. That didn’t have the same spark of reality, the same impact as someone afraid for his well-being.

  But Naomie and Dane had played long enough. Too much more and Naomie would have to find a new gardener. She snatched up the check. Turning to the door, she debated fixing her clothes—her skirt had shifted up to her waist again and her top was askew, showing her breasts. She decided to leave it.

  She exited the office, headed straight for Jaime. He stared at her with wide deer-caught-in-headlights eyes. And like a deer, he stayed frozen as she ran into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and looping one leg around his waist. She circled her hips so her pussy juices coated the front of his pants.

  Jaime came back to himself with a start and tried to back up. Naomie tightened her leg and hugged his shoulders. Behind her, Dane molded his front to her back.

  He caressed her raised thigh from knee to pussy and back again. To Jaime, he said, “Just fucking with you.”

  “What? What? What?”

  At least Jaime had figured out how to talk again. Naomie kissed his chin. When he looked down at her, perplexed and disbelieving, she ran her tongue over his lips. He started to talk and she took his open mouth as an invitation to kiss him, exploring him with her tongue the way she hadn’t that morning.

  Jaime pulled back from the kiss. He put his hand over Naomie’s face as a way to ward her off. She settled on licking his fingers one at a time. He shook his hand away from her as he stared from her to Dane. “What the fuck is going on?”

  Dane said in an amused tone, “You took care of my wife this morning. Thanks. I had to leave early and didn’t have time to do her. She gets really bitchy for the rest of the day if she doesn’t get laid in the morning. I owe you one.”

  “Owe me one.” Jaime parroted the words as if he didn’t understand their meaning.

  Naomie said, “You’re going to owe him more than one. He’s stopping by every morning for the rest of the week to make sure I have good days while you’re doing overtime.” She kissed Jaime’s chin. “In fa
ct he’s even bringing a friend.”

  “A friend. Good. You like threesomes.” Dane slid his hand up the underside of Naomie’s thigh until the pad of his thumb nudged her asshole, which he rubbed in lazy circles. She whimpered and thrust against Jaime’s jean-clad arousal—an arousal that had reawakened once Naomie grabbed him.

  Jaime asked, “Are you two for real? You’re really okay with her fucking me?”

  Dane nodded. “Yeah. So long as you and your friend stay away from her ass—that’s exclusively mine—and you get her off, you can do what you want.”

  “For really real?”

  “Truth.”

  Naomie dangled the check in front of Jaime’s face. It was time for him to leave. Dane was exciting her to the point she wanted more than fingers. She had reached that point a while ago but the sensation was becoming more urgent.

  She said, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? Once you and your friend finish the yard work and get showered off, we can talk about what I want and where I want it.”

  Jaime took the check with a slow nod. “Yeah.”

  Dane urged Naomie back with his fingers curling over her clit. She dropped her leg and he pulled her against him. To Jaime he said, “Remember—no anal. Not even fingering.”

  “No anal. Got it.”

  “Make sure your friend gets it too.”

  “Yeah.” Jaime nodded again as he shuffled to the door.

  Naomie wiggled her fingers at his back in a farewell gesture. “Get home safe.”

  He waved the check over his shoulder and left. He got to the sidewalk and glanced through the living room window, shook his head and then continued on his way.

  Dane said, “Cute kid.”

  “Isn’t he just? And he has an amazing tongue.”

  “I know how much you love oral. But since you just spent the day with the girls, I know you’ve had more than your fill of having your pussy licked and I can get right to the point.”

  Naomie laughed. “A girl can never have her pussy licked too much, Big D.”