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“Restoration deadlines? Repair work due?” he prompted with an audible smile in his voice. But his hand was moving over the front of my pants, so it was hard to process his words.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” I accused weakly, moving my hands down under the waistband of his joggers to feel his bare ass. It was even more delicious now that he was a pro athlete than it had been in college. Sometimes I called it the multimillion-dollar ass just to get a rise out of him.

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “I like seeing you turn stupid.”

My fingers slid down between his tight cheeks, intending to only tease him, but when they landed on the warm silicone edge of a plug, my brain shorted out. “Baby. Fuck.”

Bett’s warm chuckle made my dick even harder than the image of him putting in a plug for me did. “Want you to fuck me right here,” he whispered against my ear. “Right here, where anyone could hear us.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not joking. Fantasizing.” He trailed his lips down under my ear until my body felt like it was filled with hot lava. “Except my fantasy of getting railed by my husband in a small, dark closet when anyone could walk in on us is going to come true right now.”

“Bett.”

I couldn’t think with his mouth and hands on me. It had always been this way. From the very first time he’d ever touched me.

Hell, from the first time he’d looked at me across our tiny dorm room with angry fire in his eyes.

I could hear the grin in his voice now as he teased, “I heard you got hit on at one of my games.”

His mouth trailed wet kisses into the collar of my shirt, distracting me from toying with the plug to get those little sounds out of him I loved so much. “Mm. Okay. Don’t care.”

“Oh fuck.” The noise he made was indecent. “Ells, they’re going to hear.”

“This was your idea, sweetheart.” I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and turned him around, placing his hands high on the shelves. “You better keep quiet.”

Then I kicked his legs apart, which got the exact response I expected.

“Oh fuck. Ells.”

I nudged the little latch closed on the inside of the pantry door, the one I only knew about because Arden had asked Dalton to give her a “keep me from killing my toddler” hiding spot for use when the witching hour got to be too much.

While my husband loved the fantasy of people watching us, he didn’t want the reality. I made sure he heard me click the lock before reaching for the base of the plug and wriggling it a little. The sound of his sucked-in breath made my dick impossibly hard. “So good for me, aren’t you? Prepping yourself for me. Stretching out that poor, neglected hole for me. What a good, good boy.”

“Jesus fuck. Please.”

I shuffled closer behind him so he could feel my hands knock against him as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As soon as my bare cock was pressed against the cleft of his ass, I leaned in to tease him again in a low voice. “Gonna reward you for that kick yesterday. For ignoring the noise and the wind and the tackle and nailing it like the pro you are.”

He groaned as he handed me a little bottle of lube he’d pulled out of his pants. My baby had planned ahead so fucking well.

“Tackle came after the kick was off,” he huffed.

I slicked myself up quickly and pressed the head of my cock against his entrance. “And you went back out there after getting roughed up, and you nailed the next one.”

“Can we… oh fuck. Can we stop talking about… Jesus, Vaughn, fuck!”

I thrust in quickly, knowing he could take it after sitting on the plug for however long he’d had it in. He felt so fucking good. Hot and tight. Just the right amount of slick.

His fingers tangled in mine where I held one of his hands on the shelf. A shared acknowledgment of just how fucking good this was. “Ells,” he gasped when my hips thrust at just the right angle.

“Baby. Doing so good for me.”

“Harder. Wanna come. Please.”

I moved my other hand around to splay across his stomach. Close but not close enough to where he wanted it.

“Please,” he whimpered again. “Please.”