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  “Damn, sweetheart. Getting fucked on your kitchen table turns you on that much?”

  She nodded her head, biting her lip again while I slipped a finger in her then two, spreading her arousal around her lips. I pumped them a few times, bringing her close to the edge, then stopped.

  I felt her ogling eyes looking at me as I shrugged out of my long-sleeved, button-down blue shirt and unbuttoned my jeans to push them and my boxers down my legs. Glancing up, I caught her stare and paused. For a split second, I saw hazel eyes looking back at me and not the blue ones. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I stepped closer and she reached out and grabbed my dick, stroking it a few times.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled a condom out. After sheathing myself, I stepped closer, spreading her legs wide and teasing her clit with the tip of my dick. Her eyes closed as I inched in. I didn’t care. This was her fantasy and she could do whatever she wanted. I didn’t need to look into her eyes as she came. I didn’t need her watching me. I just needed to fuck her the way she wanted and call it a day.

  Sliding all the way in, her hands kneaded her tits through her dress. She pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her nice boobs, and started to play with her nipples. I let her play with them a little while I pumped a few times. They were a nice view.

  “Lift your arms above your head and hold on, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes opened, but she didn’t say anything. My thrusts continued to be slow, building her up, and then I picked up speed, pumping my hips. Michele held the table as I rammed over and over. Her eyes closed again and I closed mine too, focusing on the feel of her warm pussy wrapped around my dick. My thoughts drifted to Autumn again.

  Fuck!

  My eyes opened, looking down at Michele as she moaned with pleasure, my hips still pumping. Sweat was rolling down my chest and my back as I brought her closer with each thrust. Letting go of one of her legs, I placed my hand on her stomach and held her while I continued to vigorously thrust into her.

  “Oh my God. Don’t press on my stomach, I’m gonna pee.”

  “It’s impossible, sweetheart. Trust me.”

  Our eyes locked as she started to wiggle.

  “Gabe, I’m gonna pee.”

  “Trust me. Relax.” She closed her eyes again, her pussy tightening as my firm hand pressed down on her stomach. “That’s it,” I coaxed.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned as her back arched and her lips parted. “Oh God!” she shouted as she started to come. I pulled out, her pussy spraying and hitting my chiseled stomach. “Holy shit. Did I just squirt?” she panted.

  “Yeah, I told you to trust me.” I smiled as I ran two fingers through her cum and stuck them in her mouth so she could taste herself.

  “Oh … wow. That was …”

  After she had come down from her high, I stepped toward her, spreading her legs wide as I slid back in. “Hold the table again, sweetheart.”

  I started to thrust, needing to get off. She held onto the table and I closed my eyes, pumping hard as thoughts of Autumn popped into my head. I let them in this time. I wanted them. I pictured her tight pussy wrapped around my dick as my hands roamed all over her beautiful body. The bruises would be gone and her real smile would be looking back at me. She’d shatter under me as I sent her over the edge into bliss.

  I groaned my release, opening my eyes to bring me back to reality. Michele moaned as she tipped over the edge again. After pulling out, I disposed of the condom and cleaned my chest off using the kitchen sink.

  “Thank you.” She sat up, straightening her dress.

  I smirked. “You’re welcome.”

  “I may need to hire you again. That was amazing.”

  “You know where to find me.”

  After a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, I climbed into my car and drove home, dreaming of the brunette angel’s smile.

  Chapter Seven

  Autumn

  Lea and I worked for two hours straight as we started to plan Rich’s party. I knew better than she that everything needed to be perfect. If one thing went wrong, the wrath of Rich would reappear.

  We decided to have the party at my house. It was large enough to hold at least two-hundred people if we used both the inside and outside, and it sat beautifully on a golf course that would be the perfect backdrop. White lights would be strung across the yard allowing enough light for people to mingle while sipping drinks. Both a caterer and bartender was hired.

  I didn’t know anything about throwing a party for someone who wanted to run a city, but I knew enough to make it a stunning engagement. With Lea’s help and expertise, everything was perfect. All that needed to be done now was to go over the guest list with Rich.

  Lea left shortly before six that evening. Her petite frame hoisted up in her SUV and her dark brown hair shined in the sun when she rolled down the window to tell me goodbye. It was a beautiful day. The sun had been out for most of it and it wasn’t too hot or too cold. I wanted to lie out in the sun and work on my tan to match Lea’s, but instead, I knew I had to get dinner ready.

  After searing off a few pork chops, I threw them in the oven while I made an arugula salad with balsamic vinaigrette. Lean proteins and low carbs equaled a leaner self. From working out hard at the gym, my body was already craving the extra protein so I made myself a protein shake and drank it while the chops cooked and I checked my email.

  I received an email from one of the CEOs of Club 24, Brandon Montgomery, thanking me for referring two people. A smile spread across my face as I thought about Gabe and how I wanted to see him again. I was surprised when he noticed my bruises—I should know better, but the way he was concerned made me want to run to him and have him help me plan my escape.

  I didn’t know anything about him other than he was sexy for a bald guy. He had strong arms, and thighs so thick and powerful that I wanted to—

  I shook my head, shaking off the daydream.

  Checking the clock, I noticed that it was almost time for Rich to arrive home. I scurried to my bathroom and freshened up for him. I’d already taken a shower before Lea arrived, but I had to make sure my hair wasn’t flat and my makeup looked natural and perfect.

  I heard his car enter the garage and I ran to the kitchen so he could see me cooking for him. If he were anymore old fashioned, I’d have to greet him at the door with a cocktail and a kiss. Luckily, he preferred to pour his own drinks at night, depending on what kind of day he had. It was also my clue as to how to approach him.

  Vodka martini meant that he had a bad day at work. Someone either didn’t pay or something didn’t go his way.

  Whiskey sour meant that he had a decent day at work. I was still on edge because it could change at any time.

  Shot of something meant he was pissed off at someone and was going to make me pay, usually with sex.

  Beer meant that he was relaxed and in a good mood, so nothing I did pissed him off. Usually.

  Wine meant that he was horny and wanted to fuck me—no questions asked.

  Nothing meant I was to let him yell at me until he cooled off enough to have a shot followed by a vodka martini.

  I stood near the stove, my usual vodka cranberry on the counter behind me as I held my breath. The door flung open as Rich strode in, slamming the door behind him as he walked toward me. I swallowed hard.

  Today was a nothing day.

  “Who the fuck were you with today, Autumn?” he yelled, walking toward me. Fast.

  I blinked. “Lea.”

  “Before Lea. Who the fuck were you with at Starbucks and Club 24?” His face was red, forehead scrunched and a few inches from my face, yelling. Luckily, not touching me—yet.

  “Brandi texted me and asked if I was at Starbucks. She showed up during her lunch—”

  He grabbed my throat, pushing me against the refrigerator. “Not Brandi. Who the fuck were the two guys?”

  I blinked again, trying to speak, bu
t it only came out as a whisper as his hand pressed firmly on my trachea. “I don’t know.”

  His grip tightened and I stared into his stormy blue eyes. “What have you learned about lying to me?” he hissed.

  “I’m not—” I choked out.

  “You’re not what? Not lying to me? Don’t you know I have eyes all over this town? Tell me who the two men were.”

  His gripped loosened enough so I could answer. “They were just asking what gym I went to. They were new in town and needed to know the best place.”

  “Are you lying to me?”

  I shook my head and he searched my face for a few seconds before he finally let go of my throat. Grabbing my glass, I chugged the remaining magenta liquid. I needed something stronger, but Rich was at the bar and I didn’t want to go near him.

  He poured a shot of vodka, downed it, then proceeded to make himself a vodka martini. I had to turn my back, fearing he’d see my watery eyes. I opened the oven, checking on the pork chops.

  “What’s for dinner?” he asked. No, I’m sorry. No, I’m an asshole. Nothing.

  “Pork chops and salad,” I replied.

  He walked over, martini in hand, and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to go change.”

  And just like that, Dr. Jekyll was back.

  While we ate dinner, I told Rich of Lea and my plans for his party. We went over the guest list. He wanted to invite as many people as we could fit in the house, and the invitations were to say that it would be a black tie affair.

  As we lay in bed, both reading on our Kindles, Rich glanced over at me and asked, “You’re still ovulating, right?”

  I looked over at him. “Yes.” I was ovulating, but given that I was still taking the pill, I knew it didn’t matter.

  “Good.” He set his Kindle down on his nightstand then rolled over, facing me. “I want to make love to my wife,” he stated, running a finger down my arm and staring at my dark purple bruises.

  Of course, I had no say in the matter. He would take what he wanted no matter what I wanted. But “make love” Rich was only around once in a blue moon and my emotions were all over the place. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to be with the man I fell in love with and not the one who I feared.

  I smiled at him, goose bumps pricking my arm where he stroked. “Mr. Jones, are you trying to seduce me into having your baby?”

  “Is it working?” He smiled.

  No. “Maybe,” I smirked, playing my naïve role.

  His hand brushed over my flat belly and under my T-shirt, inching upward toward my breasts. “I’m gonna taste your pussy. Get you so relaxed that your eggs will be distracted and my little guys will find their way past the wall. You’re gonna have my baby, Autumn. One way or another, we’re gonna be one big happy family.”

  His words did something to me at that moment. Usually, I’d be turned on by his sweetness, but I caught a glimpse of one of the bruises on my right arm as I peered down at him, and the pain in my heart resurfaced. Rich was anything but sweet. He was a snake and a liar. He didn’t want to please me to satisfy me. He wanted to please me in hopes that he’d create a child. Maybe he read online that it was worth trying to get me relaxed and opened up. Maybe someone told him.

  If the asshole only knew.

  I knew the pill wasn’t one-hundred percent effective, but if God wanted me to have this man’s baby, then it was meant to be. I wasn’t a very religious person, but I knew that God knew what he was doing. He wouldn’t want to put a child in harm’s way—would he?

  Rich massaged my breast, caressing it in his palm, and I moaned, faking my response. I tried to tell myself that this was the man who got me wet. Not the one from last night, but the one who cared for my body. I needed to fake my body out. I knew I couldn’t fake my mind, but my body only knew touch and was easily swayed.

  His finger traced my nipple, making it pucker. My deceiving pussy started to moisten at the anticipation and I knew I needed to give in and enjoy myself. Last night’s pleasure was because of Gabe …

  My mind trailed off as I thought about Gabe. I was trying to remind myself that I got off the night before because of Gabe and not because I enjoyed my husband’s touch. I couldn’t enjoy a touch that could be gentle one minute and the next capable of hurting me.

  “You know I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed.

  I looked down to his face that was eye level with my stomach. Confused wouldn’t even be the correct word to describe how I was feeling at his words. He’d never addressed the bruises before, and he’d certainly never apologized.

  “I really do love you, princess. I’m sorry I get angry, but work is stressful. And when someone I trust tells me that he’s seen you with someone I don’t know or someone that I didn’t know you’re with, I get pissed. I know you fear me. I can see it in your eyes.”

  I swallowed hard. I never tried to hide that I feared him. I just tried to hide my tears. “Don’t you trust me?” I choked out.

  He took a deep breath, his hand leaving my breast. “It’s hard for me to trust anyone. That’s why I’m this way.”

  “I’m your wife. I’ve never done anything to make you not trust me.”

  He rolled onto his back. “It’s not you—it’s me.”

  “If I ask you a question, will you get mad and hurt me?”

  He looked over at me. “No, that’s what I’m saying. I do it when I’m caught off guard.”

  “Okay…” I took a deep breath. He opened the can of worms and I wanted to know the answer. “How were you okay before we got married? You never hurt me then.”

  He thought for a long time. Maybe searching for the right words to say to make me believe him. Maybe to figure out how to tell me the truth. “It’s because of work. When we met, I’d just started my business. Over the years, it’s been challenging. I want to provide for you. I want everything perfect for you, but I can’t do that when people don’t pay and I lose my money. I give a lot of money away, princess. A lot.”

  “But I don’t need money—”

  “But I do,” he countered. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I hate seeing the bruises on your arms that I create and I know you fear me. Maybe that’s why you can’t get pregnant. I don’t know, but I want to fix this. I need to fix this because once I’m mayor, I can’t have my wife looking as if I beat her.”

  But you hurt me.

  After dinner, I went to the bathroom to look at my neck. There were red marks on each side of my throat, but nothing like my arms. I silently hoped the marks would be gone by the morning so Gabe didn’t see—or anyone for that matter.

  I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want to talk about it either. “Will you make me come now?” I asked, biting my lower lip.

  He smiled, the tension leaving his face. “Yes, princess, I will. I’ll even do it with my head between your legs. It’s been a long time.”

  “It has.” I agreed.

  He pulled the sheets down my body, bunching them at the foot of the bed as he lay between my bent, parted knees. His warm breath tickled my lips right before his tongue licked up to my clit.

  “I really have missed this. You have the best tasting cunt I’ve ever fucking had. One of the reasons why I married you.” He smiled up at me.

  “Less talking, more licking.”

  He licked. He rubbed. He pumped his fingers—sometimes all together until I was crying out and shattering in ecstasy.

  Then he made love to me, nice and slow until we were both covered in sweat and panting. The next morning, I looked at my throat as I got ready for the day. There were no visible bruises. I thought there would be. Maybe he was learning how to punish me without leaving a mark … since he wanted to become the mayor.

  Chapter Eight

  Gabe

  She was stunning. Her legs glistening with sweat as she ran on the treadmill. I wanted to see her sweat while she was under me, screaming my name.

  As I stepped forward to say hi to the brunette ang
el, she turned and smiled at me.

  “It’s about time you showed up,” she said, her breathing not skipping a beat as she ran flawlessly.

  “I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me again.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Because you’re married.” I stepped onto the treadmill next to her.

  “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

  “But he hurts you.”

  “I deserve it.”

  “Bullshit, Autumn!” I growled. I was thankful I hadn’t turned on the treadmill because I was sure I’d fall at her stupid words.

  “Look Gabe. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. I don’t want to talk about my husband. I want to follow you into the men’s locker room and blow you in one of the private showers.”

  She pressed the stop button on the treadmill as I stared at her in shock. “Okay.”

  “Good.” She reached for my hand. “I even brought a friend so she can go down on me while I go down on you.”

  “You brought a friend?”

  “Yep.”

  We walked into the men’s locker room. Usually there was a handful of men in there, but today it was empty.

  “She’s waiting in the shower for us.”

  I walked to the wall with the showers, opening the one that I could see the silhouette behind the glass door. The stall was already steamy and when the air from the outside pushed in, the steam blew away and left her friend standing there. She turned with a huge smile on her face.

  “I’ve missed you, babe.”

  “Alyssa?”

  I woke up hard and panting. It wasn’t my typical nightmare, but it might as well have been. My heart didn’t know they were dreams because it still ached every time I dreamt about Alyssa. I was hard and crushed—not a good combination. I’d kill to have a threesome with Autumn, but I’d die if Alyssa appeared out of the blue. The sun was seeping through the blinds as I replayed the dream in my head. My mind wanted Autumn, but my heart wanted Alyssa back.