When the foundation of their marriage falters, Michael and Tabitha must rediscover what it means for her to be his hot wife.
Tabitha is a hot wife. Not just a sexy wife. A hot wife. A wife allowed to be with other men with the permission of her husband.
Michael couldn’t love his wife more. Which is exactly why he shares her with others. Because she’s his.
On the cusp of everything they’re worked for—years in the making—a shattered promise threatens the foundation of their marriage. A foundation Michael had thought unbreakable until he lets Tabitha down in more ways than one.
Taking her submission for granted could lose him everything he’s strived for, and winning back her trust is the only thing that matters.
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The scene waiting for him as he silently pushed open Tabitha’s bedroom door at precisely eight-thirty kicked his dominant cravings to the forefront.
On her hands and knees, just as he’d told her. Her bare pussy on display, facing the door just like he’d directed, made his balls ache. She rubbed her clit in tight little circles, eliciting a full-fledged growl as he stepped inside.
Tabitha eeked and looked over her shoulder at him.
Tossing his suit coat toward a chair off to one side, he had no idea if it landed on top. He didn’t look long enough to tell.
The light from her bedside lamp highlighted half of her face and body, creating dips and shadows he couldn’t wait to explore.
He pushed the door closed as he watched her.
Color filled her cheeks as he stared at her pussy. “Both hands on the bed, Tabby Cat. I’ll be using that pussy now.”
The black material of her stockings and garters highlighted her tanned skin as she shifted to place her other palm on the pristine white comforter beneath her. A rich shade of purple on the walls, her favorite hue, surrounded them within an ambiance of decadence and desire. Her shoulders lifted as she inhaled, and she tracked his movements across the room as he emptied his pockets on her tall dresser.
Her eyes. Beautiful.
Brown and gold swirled together to form a perfect combination of temptationand innocence.
Completely submissive, trusting, open.
But her eyes?
Provocative, seductive, fierce.
The dual sides of her personality spoke to him. Called to him. Begged for him.
It was a scream inside his head to take. Possess. Control. All of her.
From the top of her bun all the way down to her curled toes.
He wanted it all and he was going to have it.
“Do you know how hard you make me when you follow my instructions? How badly I want to fuck you senseless with that prim little bun in your hair?” Closing the distance between them, he stared at the gorgeous brown-haired woman laid out before him as if she were a meal.
Thin, with curves in all the right places, she was definitely his kind of poison.
He planned to have his fill and more before the night was done.
“Maybe,” she answered and smiled.
“Safe word is the same as always?”
She nodded. “Rutabaga.”
“And if I have something shoved in that tempting little mouth of yours, you do what if you need to stop?”
Raising one hand, the same one she’d had on her pussy, she had to rub them together for a second to dry them and then finally snapped her fingers.
“Good. Now, I want my handprint on you.” Without pausing, he crashed his hand down onto the flesh of her ass then again on the other side.
Tabitha jerked her hips to the side on each swat as she planted her hands. A natural reaction with no additional warning from him, but it made him growl again.
Moving away from him, even if it was nothing more than an automatic response, had him baring his teeth. “Don’t move away from me. Don’t deny me.” Her withholding what he wanted pissed him off. Fair or not didn’t matter. “Give me what I want, Tabby Cat,” he roared with greed as he stepped up to the end of the bed her head was on.
“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze met his. She shivered and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him.
Fuck, she turned him on.
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.