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the back door already to meet me.
    I don’t get out of the car, though. I wait. I can’t see the SUV anymore, but I’m not keen to stand out in the open, waiting on the door to ASI to unlock. I stare down the narrow driveway, the only way into this parking area, and listen to my blood thunder through my veins.
    I just about piss myself when someone knocks on my driver’s side window, hitting the fucking horn in the middle of the steering wheel in my agitation.
    Jason Cain raises a single eyebrow at me, but I notice his hand is cupped over the gun at his waist. We stare at each other for a long moment and then he says, muffled through the glass, “It’s all good, my man. You’re safe.”

Chapter 6

Fuck, My Life Is Good
Nick
    F uck . My hands are shaking as I push up Eva’s dress. She’s wearing fuck-me cowgirl boots and a short, short floral skirt that sways when she rolls her hips. That fucking skirt is why she’s currently spread out over my desk, knees up, boots planted on the surface, smirk gracing plump kiss-me lips.
    Her cowgirl hat sits beside her and her long, soft chocolate hair spreads out all around her. On the floor is whatever the hell I’d been working on before she walked in the room. She reaches up and unbuttons the uppermost dome on her shirt. It’s white and hugs her tits like a glove. Her cleavage spills out and my eyes dart up to hers.
    She grins and runs a finger slowly down through two beautiful mounds of pure heaven.
    Then she rips the shirt open in one smooth motion, the dome buttons making little popping sounds that match the pulse roaring through my dick.
    “Angel,” I say, my voice rough with desire.
    “Yeah, cowboy?”
    “I’m gonna fuck you, right here on my desk.”
    “Then what are ya waiting for?”
    I stand up and slowly undo my belt buckle, my eyes never straying from hers. I could stare at my wife’s eyes all day. Sasha has them. She’s the spitting image of her mother. Her voice is too. Carli can’t sing for shit, she’s all about the sass. But both of them are little angels, just like my Eva.
    But I’m not after an angel this morning. I want to fuck my wife.
    “Hurry up,” she orders, starting to play with her breasts.
    “Cut that out,” I growl. “Those are mine.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah,” I say, finishing with my belt and pulling the zip of my jeans down.
    “Shows how much you know,” Eva teases.
    “Angel, I know every inch of this glorious body and I know for a fact those tits are mine.”
    She lets out a deep chuckle, all sex and sin and seduction. My cock jerks into my hand and I can’t resist stroking it. I reach forward, one hand still on my dick, the other between her breasts and push her gently back on the desk.
    “Arms over your head, baby,” I say. “Grip the edge of the desk.”
    She narrows her eyes at me but complies. I can already smell how turned on she is. How desperately she wants this. There’s just something about this fucking desk.
    And those fucking fantastic tits.
    I lean over and bury my face between them, letting go of my cock to reach up and cup each one beside my head. My thumbs find her nipples and I roll them, then cup and squeeze each breast.
    Eva makes a sound, and not the sort of sound I want my wife to make when I’m fondling her.
    “You sensitive?” I ask, gentling my touch further. “Period coming?”
    “Something like that,” she says, lifting up her hips and rubbing herself against my cock.
    I growl, give her a “stay there” glare, and turn my head to one of her boobs, sucking the nipple gently into my mouth.
    Fuck, I could suck on Eva’s tits all day long. I could live between them and never want for anything else.
    Her fingers find my hair and she pulls hard.
    “Hey!” I exclaim.
    She pushes against my scalp, sending my face in the direction of her pussy.
    Oh, OK. Hungry for a little something else. I can multi-task. I’m a fucking pro at mutli-tasking.
    I kiss across her slightly rounded belly,