Grinning wide, I stepped out of my shoes.

I barely pushed my pants down to my knees when he was whirling me around and bending me over the bathroom sink, right next to my donuts.

The bag containing the donut holes fell to the floor, but Jonah’s fingers were doing that thing that I liked to my clit. That ‘thing’ that had him barely grazing the sensitive bud with his fingers while I tried hard not to come.

“You’re already wet for me, baby,” he growled.

I was.

I so totally was. I’d been hoping and praying on the way home that I could catch him in time to do this very thing.

When I’d gotten the donuts, I’d contemplated this exact scenario.

I’d been wanting him since I’d left him the night before and seen him stripping out of his uniform. He’d known exactly what he was doing to me, too, as he’d stripped for me.

Sadly, unlike him, I hadn’t had the time to act on my urges. I’d already been five minutes late for work because I’d wanted to give him a kiss before I had to go on shift.

Unfortunately, he’d arrived home late, and I’d had to go in early for a staff meeting that I couldn’t get out of. We’d had enough time to hug, kiss, and that was it.

Now, though?

Well, we had at least twenty good minutes to get in what I’d wanted—no, needed.

And give me what I needed he did.

“Might want to hold on, honey,” he growled, dropping down to his knees behind me.

I gasped when I felt the scrape of his beard against the inside of my thighs.

“Widen your legs,” he ordered, tapping it lightly with the back of his hand.

I did, widening them as wide as his knees, which were on either side of my feet, would allow.

“Good,” he said. “Lean back into my face.”

I did, loving the way he growled at the taste of my pussy on his tongue.

These last couple of months had been the best days of my life.

I wasn’t saying that I didn’t have a good life before, because I did. But having Jonah in my life showed me exactly what I was missing.

Love. Affection. Those were both things that I’d gotten from my family. But Jonah showed me a different kind of love and affection. He also knew what I needed, whether it be a hug, a kiss, or a good fucking.

And yes, I’d really come to love having my way with my husband. A husband that I knew without a doubt that I’d gone and fallen in love with.

“You taste so sweet,” he growled. “Like honey.”

I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to ground my pussy into his face—barely.

His hands clasped my thighs and squeezed, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that left my mouth when his tongue stiffened and slid into my entrance.

He fucked me with his tongue, going in and out, faster and faster, until I was so wet that I could hear the sound of my wetness resonating with each stroke as he went in and out.

An alarm sounded somewhere in the bedroom, and I knew that was Jonah’s fifteen minute window of ‘you better get ready to leave or you’ll be late’ reminder.

“Fuckkk,” he growled, standing up.

I braced myself against the counter, because in the next second, he was filling me with his hard cock.

When he went to pull back slowly and thrust back in just as fast, I shocked him by thrusting my hips back against him.

He laughed and picked up the pace, forcing himself inside of me so fast and hard that I cried out with each thrust.

It wasn’t until I was on the verge of coming that he did that thing that I liked with his finger.

He hadn’t actually pushed his finger inside of me, but he would circle my back entrance and push slightly, giving me the feeling that any day now he might actually push it in.

And the naughtiness of the act pushed me over the edge.

Seconds after his finger did his thing, I was crying out in surprise as my orgasm swept me under.

The wail that left me had me breathless, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Jonah cursed and grunted behind me, and seconds later, I felt his release flooding my insides.

A riot of emotions poured over me as I thought about the repercussions of what we were doing—and all the unprotected sex that we were having.

I also thought about the fact that he hadn’t made any moves to protect me after we’d realized our mistake, and neither had I.

Breath coming out choppy, Jonah pulled out and squeezed me tight.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said.

He said that quite a bit when we went at it doggy style. He liked watching his release pour from me, and I liked what happened when he watched. Usually it meant that we’d have another go, but unfortunately that wouldn’t be happening today seeing as Jonah’s second alarm started to sound.

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