The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

I chuckled. “That’s a nice way to put it.”

“Paints a vivid picture, huh?” His laugh echoed back at me. “So, are your bachelor days over? If so, I need to find a new wingman.”

Technically, I was married. My bachelor days ended a long time ago. “I don’t know… I wouldn’t put it like that.”

“You seem committed to her. It would be stupid to argue.”

“I am committed to her. She’s my wife, and it’s my job to take care of her. But I wouldn’t say I’m committed to her sexually. We’ll have our fun, but it’ll eventually burn out like all other relationships. We’ll go back to sleeping with other people. Then we’ll do it all over again…”

“That’s romantic,” he said sarcastically.

“A lot of men have mistresses. Keeps the relationship healthy. There’s no man on earth who can honestly say he’s happy with monogamy that spans decades. It’s not natural. It makes everything stale.”

“If that’s how you really feel, you might want to tell her that.”

“She knows.” We’d talked about it in the past, about casual sex between husband and wife. She would have her lovers, and I would have mine.

“I don’t think she does, man. I see the way she looks at you…”

I was tired of talking about my love life. “I’ll swing by later today for the game. Talk to you then.”

“Fine, blow me off.” He hung up.

I hit the button on the speaker and kept working, the cigar still sitting in my mouth.

A few minutes later, Arwen poked her head into the room. “Working in here today?”

“Just paperwork.” I set the cigar on the rim of the ashtray.

She strode into the room while swaying her hips, looking sexy in a sweater dress with black leggings underneath. She had the kind of body that could pull off any kind of outfit. Right now, she looked like a perfect ten.

I kept staring at her instead of my computer.

She grabbed the cigar and smashed it into the glass bowl. “You smoke too much.”

“Occasionally.”

“If you smoke too much occasionally, you still smoke too much.”

I grinned slightly at her wit.

“I’m serious. Cancer is a real thing.”

“I’m not scared of cancer.”

Her face suddenly turned cold.

I didn’t realize what I’d said until the idiotic words were already out of my mouth. They were insensitive and stupid. “I didn’t mean it like that… I’m sorry.” Her father passed away from lung cancer, and he wasn’t a heavy smoker. There was no reason why the same thing wouldn’t happen to me.

She dropped her glare. “I don’t want you smoking anymore.”

“I don’t see the harm in lighting up once in a while.”

“Once in a while is like twice a year. Every week is not once in a while. You’re technically a smoker.”

I shrugged. “It suits me.”

“Well, it doesn’t suit me.” She came around my desk and opened the top drawer where my stash was. She grabbed them and stuffed them into her pocket so she could throw them away later.

“I don’t appreciate you telling me what to do.”

“Join the club.” She returned to the front of the desk, copping an attitude no one else could pull off. “I want you to live a long time, Maverick. And not just to keep me safe.” She turned around and walked out, her perfect ass shaking back and forth.

I stared at it until she was out the door.

Now, my dick was hard in my jeans, and I couldn’t remember what I was working on.

Only one thing was on my mind.

She was supposed to leave for work at the opera, but I had other things on my mind.

I had her on all fours on my bed, her back beautifully arched and her perky ass pointed to the sky. My hand dug into my nightstand, bumping against the wedding ring I hadn’t worn since my wedding day, until I found a condom to roll down my dick.

“I’m gonna be so late…” She looked at me over her shoulder, her pussy gleaming as the slickness dripped from her entrance.

“Doesn’t look like you care.” I got onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. I pointed my head at the open slit and slowly pushed inside, getting through the first squeeze until my shaft glided inside. My hands gripped her waist, and I slowly inched deeper and deeper, pushing through her slick tightness until my entire base was sheathed.

She moaned when she felt all of me, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her.

Nothing made me feel more alive than this—being buried inside a woman. With her beautiful ass in my face, her little asshole on display, and such a sexy back, she was perfect. Her brown curtain of hair stretched down her shoulder blades, perfectly styled for the performance she was about to give.

But I was going to fuck her before that happened.