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When he uncovered her mouth, she whispered his name. “I’m sorry you thought it had anything to do with you. I’m so sorry.” She laid her hands on his chest. It felt so good, so perfect. “The truth is, it’s me. I hear you grumbling every morning when I take my pill, but I thought you knew.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Knew what?”

She laughed. “I’m the one who’s selfish of you. I’m not ready to share you yet.” Her hands slid down to his belt buckle, gripped the leather. “I’m kind of addicted to my husband.”

Weight fell from his shoulders until he felt so light he might hit the ceiling. Oh, but then lust made him heavy again. As always. Every time. “When I walked in, you called me monocle man.” Once more, he turned her around to face the desk. Placing his grip at the back of her neck, he tilted her head, sinking a bite onto her shoulder blade. Not too hard, not too soft. Just enough to let her know she would be pleasing her husband, and he’d be pleasing her in return. “Greet me again, wife.”

Her voice wavered. “Hello, my lord.”

“Better.” Porter knocked her phone off the receiver to bar any disruptions. “Lean forward. My eyes are starved for the sight of your backside. I woke up with it warm and naked on my lap and I’ve been hard ever since.” He dragged the material of her skirt over her taut curves, shaking his head on a groan. Fuck, she grew sexier every time he looked at her. Somehow she grew sweeter at the same time. Her magnificence cut right through him. With a hand that he commanded to remain steady, he stroked her right cheek, his cock growing harder when she tilted her hips. “One year ago today, I gave you your first spanking. How many have you received since?”

She whimpered as the flat of his hand glanced off her bottom with a slap. “As many as you’ve deemed necessary, my lord.”

Christ. Her unhesitant answer, combined with the sting he felt radiating from her flesh, sent a potent mixture of lust and awe twining through his bloodstream. “My wife is giving me exactly what I need today, is she?” He smoothed a hand up her inner thigh, massaging her * with the heel of his hand. “Mmm. She needs something, too. Reach back and feel the stiff cock you’ve earned. Put your greedy hand on it. Worship it.”

Her palm slid up his erection slowly, base to tip and back down, before taking him in her fist. Tightening. Tightening. Sliding with enough leisure to drive him crazy. As he watched, the material between her thighs dampened. It gave him satisfaction unlike anything he’d ever known. His wife lusted after him. Thank god, because he’d formed an uncontrollable need for her, a twenty-four hour a day habit that he never wanted to quit. Another hit of Francesca. Another. Another. Another.

His hips thrust into her touch as if magnetized. “You’ve had me this way a full year, Francesca. It only gets worse.” He unbuckled his belt, letting it hang open and he unzipped his pants and took his sensitive, throbbing length in one hand. “It’s you that does this to me. God knows it’s everything about you.” Using his index and middle fingers, he shoved her wet panties to the side. “But it’s more now. It’s things you’ve told me you needed, but haven’t allowed me to provide.”

Before she could question him, he drove his cock fully inside her, sending her collapsing forward onto the desk. “Ohh. Oh, god. P-Porter…wait.”

It took all his willpower to remain still. “Yes, Francesca?” he grated.

She threw her hair back and met his eyes over her shoulder. Jesus. Pure seduction he could never withstand. “I knew today marked one year since we met. That’s why I stopped taking my pill this morning.”

Satisfaction roared through him like a storm. He took her trim waist in his hands and eased out of her slickness before sliding back in with a guttural groan. Hot and tight. His. “I want everything with you. Let me have it. Give it.”

“Yes, my lord.” Her breath rattled in and out. “Take everything. I’m giving you everything. Please…love me now.”

His answering groan could probably be heard in the garage, but he didn’t care. He saw nothing but her, felt nothing but Francesca. His wife. His breath. His life.

“Forever,” he vowed.



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Acknowledgments

To Stella Mateo, creator of SheRides, a female-only cab service that launched in New York City last fall, your idea was the inspiration for Frankie De Luca and her mission. Join the movement here to help employ more women in the taxi industry and keep us safer when we get into the back of a cab: http://sheridesnyc.com/home.html

To my husband, Patrick, thank you for always answering, “No,” when I ask you, “Is this weird?” I’m usually referencing something sexual that I’m writing and your denials have probably led to some of my best creative moments!

To my daughter, Mackenzie, if fifteen years has passed and you’ve just finished reading this book, let’s have a talk.

To my editor, Heather Howland, for being open to this radical pairing of characters and giving me some great feedback, thank you.