Possessive Fake Husband

“Not that desperate.” She’s quiet for a long moment. “We don’t want to be involved with them.”

“Okay,” I say. “I hear you.”

“No, I really mean it. It’s not that I hate them or whatever. It’s just, they ruin everything they touch. They take it over, mold it into their own shape. They’re not bad, they’re just… powerful. Let’s just avoid them entirely.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve got enough problems as it is.” We reach the parking lot and stomp up through the grass toward the gravel. Larry is standing next to a white sedan, shading his eyes and frowning at us.

“Careful with that rod,” he barks. “It cost me $1,500.”

I frown at it. “This thing? Really? Does it magically catch fish?”

“No,” he says. “It’s a piece of shit. But it’s cool.” He walks down and takes it from me, carrying it almost reverently to his car. He fits it in the back then opens his trunk. I put the tackle box in there and he closes it.

“Thanks,” he says.

“Now, let’s talk.” I give him a look. “Back my play. We’ll merge with Bushings and come out stronger than ever.”

“No,” he says, walking to the driver’s side door.

“No?” I frown and step after him.

“No,” he says again. “I’m going to sit this one out and let you figure out where we’re going. I don’t want to make an enemy of Seb.”

“But you’re fine making an enemy of me?”

“I guess so.” He opens his door and gets in.

“Hold on a second. You just made me carry your tackle and rod up here.”

“And I appreciate the hard work, CEO.” He grins at me. “But next time, you should negotiate.” He starts the engine and backs out of the spot.

I stand there, staring after him, as the car pulls away. Maggie joins me, and we watch him leave, his car rounding a bend in the road and pulling out of sight.

“Wow,” she says. “I told you.”

Rage flares through me. Not rage at her, but rage at this situation. I can’t believe I just stooped to carrying that man’s fishing gear. I stooped to cleaning cars, to hiring some asshole kid. I’ll keep stooping, keep getting used, because all these bastards know they can jerk me around.

I turn to Maggie, rage boiling through my body. She stares at me, head tilted. “What?” she asks.

“I’m sick of this shit,” I growl. “Sick of them. Sick of the game.”

“We’re barely been playing.”

“And I don’t like getting used.” I step up to her and lace my fingers through her hair. She gasps as I pull her against me, pressing my lips against hers.

Goddamn, she tastes good. I feel my blood pulsing through my body and can’t help myself. I drag her back to the car, throw the back door open, and push her inside.

“Josh,” she gasps.

“No,” I say, getting in. She crawls back against the far window. “I’m sick of not getting what I want. You’ll give me this, my wife, and you’ll be happy about it.”

She bites her lip as I kiss her again, pinning her down on the seat. “Someone might see,” she gasps as I unbutton her pants. I pull them down, revealing black lacy panties and smooth skin.

“Good,” I say, my fingers finding her pussy. “Let them see.”

I kiss her, swallowing her moan whole.15MaggieHis fingers slip down the front of my panties and I groan as pleasure blooms all over my body.

I submit to him. I give myself to him. He slides his fingers deep inside my pussy and I realize I’m soaking wet and aching for his touch. He fucks me with his fingers, sliding them in and out, before he bites my lower lip.

I groan and he drops down between my legs. He slides my panties off and kisses my inner thighs, his mouth getting closer and closer to my soaking spot. He licks me top to bottom then sucks my clit, his tongue rolling around it, tasting me, driving me wild. I grab his hair and roll my hips, moaning as he sucks me, pleasure rocking through my body.

“Someone might see,” I moan. “Oh my god. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

He moves up and kisses me, fingers sliding around my clit. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips, and I love it, god, I love it. “You really want me to stop?” he growls, fingers deep inside me. I gasp, back arching

“No,” I moan.

“Damn right you don’t.” He bites my lip again, grabs my hair, fucks me with his fingers. I moan, rolling my hips, as he slide them back out and teases my clit. He moves back down between my legs and licks me, sucks me, drives me wild.

The windows start to fog. It’s like some cliché movie, but I can’t seem to make myself care about anything but this man’s mouth between my legs. Another car pulls into the lot, parks several spots away, and an older guy with his wife get out. They walk down to the path without even looking over, and once they’re gone, I let out a sharp, loud moan, and grab Josh’s hair.