I had been gazing at Haley for nearly ten minutes before she looked away from the window of the jet and blushed. I was flying her back to the Peppertree before getting back to some other business of my own, but just being around her was distraction enough to take up every spare second. The more time I spent around her, the more I liked drinking her in with my eyes.

“What?” she asked in a half-giggle.

I only smiled in return, then pressed the intercom button to contact the pilot.

“Lloyd, what’s our ETA to Aspen from here?”

“Two hours, sir.”

“Perfect.”

I turned off the intercom and smiled at Haley, who squirmed in her seat, glancing left and right. “Is there something I’m missing?”

“We have enough time,” I pointed out meaningfully, and her eyes fluttered.

“What, you mean...right here? In here?”

“Nobody’s going to bother us,” I assured her, standing up and walking toward her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt. My sudden, unbridled aggression brought a smile to her lips, but she was still flustered.

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”

“I’d do that anyway,” I said as I got closer, tossing my shirt aside. I wore nothing but a tank top undershirt beneath it that showed off every rippling muscle, and I loomed over her as she bit her lip. “Every time you cross my mind, it makes me ready for more.” I tilted my head to the side. “Hesitant?”

She squirmed in her seat, thighs grinding together. “No, I was…” she paused, glancing out the window again for a second. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I rumbled.

She licked her lips, those endless eyes looking me up and down. “I just worry.”

“What’s there to worry about?”

She searched for the words as I held her chin in my hands and lifted her gaze up to me, swiping a thumb over her lip. “What are we going to do after all this? When we’re supposed to go back to normal?”

A wolfish grin crossed my face. “You seemed to be happy to hook up with your ex-boyfriend on a surprise visit a few days ago. I don’t see a reason the same thing can’t happen with your ex-husband.”

The color in her cheeks grew, and she turned away bashfully. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then took her face in both hands and kissed her on the mouth, making her moan softly and relax in my hands.

“We’ll worry about that later,” I growled. “Right now, I want you bent over the coffee table.”

A smile crossed her lips. “That doesn’t sound very businesslike.”

“Actually,” I corrected her as I scooped her out of her seat and picked her up, “I’ve done my homework, and I’m taking you on a tour of every position that’s supposedly best for knocking you up.”

“Ohh, sounds scientific,” she teased lightheartedly as I carried her over to the table that stood at the back of the cabin and sat her down on top of it.

“More like the opinions of some moms on the internet,” I admitted with a wink, “but an excuse is an excuse.”

“You didn’t mention that part of the deal was you got to bend me over any surface you like whenever you want,” she challenged me, her eyes lidded. I loved the little ways she challenged me.

“No,” I admitted, and I grabbed her collar to pull her closer to me. “But you can consider that a bonus.”

Her smirk grew wider, and I leaned in to wipe it off her face with a kiss.

I groped her thigh with my left hand while my right slowly lowered her back down, eventually leaning her too far away to kiss. Once she was on her back, I reached up her skirt to find her underwear, but I felt nothing but bare skin. My hand froze, and a smile grew wide on my face as she looked up at me.

“Not part of the deal, right?” I asked.

“I don’t like getting caught unprepared,” she replied in a breathy whisper, face already blushing.

I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her forward to the edge of the table so that I could get my face between her thighs. As soon as I was close enough to her waiting pussy, I drew in a long breath. The scent of her electrified me. We smelled like each other by now, and knowing that I was leaving my mark on her like that wherever she went made my cock want to dive into her immediately.

Instead, I took my time letting my hot breath wash over her lower lips, and she gripped the end of the table with white knuckles. She tried to push her hips up into me, but I never let them touch my lips until I was ready.

My hands felt her hips and squeezed them, appreciating their shape, their give, their every curve. They were the hips that would bear my child, and everything about them was perfect for me. This woman was deadly poison to me that I wanted to drink every drop of.

When I could hold myself back no longer, I let my tongue out and ran it along the slit of her pussy, from bottom to top. Her taste was sweet and familiar. It made my mouth water and my heart pound faster.

My massive frame wanted nothing more than to ram into her and start fucking, but I held myself back. She was by no means a fragile woman, but she needed a delicate touch.

My wife deserved nothing less, even if she was temporary.

The second time my tongue ran up her and dove deeper, she moved her hands to my head, lacing her fingers through my hair and pressing me as much as she could to her pussy. She wanted so much, so fast, but I took my time.

My tongue explored every inch of her at a slow, meandering pace until she was squirming along with the rhythm, begging me with her hips to give her more.

I got her pussy soaking wet between my tongue and her honey that started wetting my face. Her heady scent grew stronger each time my tongue darted out, and I started to hear soft moaning coming from her.

She was good and ready, but I wanted to drive her all the way before I entered her. I brought my tongue to her clit and hit it with the tip of my tongue, then again, and again, until I had a steady pace going.

Her sighs grew longer as I felt her tensing up. Her breathing was hard, and when I glanced up at her, I saw her face cherry-red.

My cock was so hard I thought it was going to pop out of my pants, but I kept licking her pussy and driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, as my tongue lavished her clit with attention and lingered on it for nearly half a second with each stroke, I felt her seize up and clench my head with her thighs. She tightened her fingers and tossed her head back, and she brought one hand to her mouth to cover it and muffle the sharp cry as she came, hard.

I wasted no time.

While she was still coming, I stood up and let my cock spring free from my pants.

I pulled her forward and grabbed her hips, flipping her over and bending her over the table just like I promised her I would. Without hesitation, she braced her arms and arched her back to push her ass up at me. Her instincts made me want her all the more.

The next moment, I took hold of her and penetrated her.

The new feeling of this angle was incredible. I felt her tighter than ever on me, and it was even easier to pull her up just the way I wanted and start bucking into her. She was so slick that I would have thought we’d been doing foreplay all afternoon.

I rocked back and forth into her, my heavy, virile balls swinging under us with each thrust. My cock pulsed inside her, and after barely a minute, I felt her insides start to tense up again. She was panting in front of me, and as she started to come again, she desperately grabbed a cloth napkin from the other end of the table and stuffed it in her mouth to keep from screaming at the sensation.

I felt her shuddering on my cock, and it made my own body groan with pleasure. I reached down and took a fistfull of her hair and held her back as if she was on a leash. She drew in a sharp breath as my cock ground against her g-spot, and I didn’t hold back.

Back and forth, my bucking rhythm only got harder and faster. I was starting to sweat in my suit, and I didn’t care. She was my wife, and I was going to take her as long and as hard as I wanted, as long as she wanted more.

And every time she adjusted herself to push her hips up a little more, her whimpering moans begging for it, I knew she wanted all I had to give. That was what made her special.

Well, one of the many, many things.

I had thought about doing this with a donor. Someone who’d come with no strings attached. But Haley’s strings were the kind I wanted to get tangled up in and never get out.

She pushed herself up on her elbows and shoved her ass as far back as I’d let it go. Every time those soft cheeks pressed into me, it drove me into a frenzy. I couldn’t get enough of her. No other woman could affect me like this, and I’d had them all over the world.

She was so sweet to me that I never wanted to let her go, even though everything in my body was ready to let go.

“Come inside me, Chase,” she begged me, “please, God, I want us to come together.”

There wasn’t much inside me that wanted to wait. The wet slapping of my cock in her pussy was music to my ears, but the sound of her coming was the only thing that could be sweeter. I started hitting her g-spot hard and fast.

The dark, swollen crown of my cock was thick and bulging, and I could feel every inch of her insides that it slid through and pressed against. I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life, and I was going to ride it to the messy end.

Her panting grew faster, and I knew she was close. I kept up my speed and thrust time and time again, holding her hips up and spearing her hard and fast, over and over until she bit down on her napkin again and started to clench her whole body up.

At that moment, I looked down at her and let myself utterly release.

A thick, husky moan left my chest while a ragged sigh of delight left hers, and we came together, my thick come filling her deep, tight pussy with pearly fluid. I didn’t stop thrusting. I bucked into her wildly and hard, and the orgasm was so intense that I felt my powerful legs go weak and nearly buckle.

When it was over, the smell of our musk was in the air, and we were overwhelmed and exhausted, but so, so satisfied.

I slowly drew my cock out and flipped her over. Her face was blushing furiously, and she was panting as if she’d just run a marathon. I bent down and licked the honey from her pussy and closed her legs, smiling down at her as she looked up at me.

“I think this deal’s getting better and better,” my thick voice rumbled.

* * *

Once I had dropped Haley off, it was only a few hours before I was back on my jet, this time on my own and headed to Chicago.

Of course, in that time, I managed to fit in a little more than just a goodbye kiss for my wife. If it were up to me, I would just keep her with me at all times, impaled on my cock and riding me as hard as she wanted to, but she had business of her own to handle.

Once I was comfortable in my seat, I opened my laptop and started a conference call with my attorney. He was expecting me, but I’d only given him a few minutes’ notice. It was no surprise to me when he looked a little rushed when his face appeared on the screen.

“Afternoon, Mr. Hawthorne,” he greeted me with a tight smirk. The nice thing about working with attorneys is that they were usually jaded enough not to try kissing your ass every few seconds.

“Good to see you, George,” I replied.

“So, I hear you’ve got some news for me. Another dozen resorts to snatch up last minute?”

“Better. I just got married.”

My attorney froze for a moment, then looked up from the folder he was skimming. “Beg pardon?”

“Yep. Married man now.” I held up my wedding banded finger with a cocky smile. “Proud husband of Mrs. Haley Hawthorne.”

“Haley-” he started, arching an eyebrow. “That’s not Haley Simmons, is it?”

I grinned. He stared back at me, not even sure what level of shock to react with.

“Now, Mr. Hawthorne, as your attorney, I-”

“Can start getting together some divorce papers, because this marriage is going terribly,” I finished for him, sitting back in my chair. “Changed my mind just now, in fact. I can’t stand to look at her. Biggest mistake of my life, we haven’t stopped fighting since the wedding night, and so on and so on.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I waited for him to open his mouth to speak before I interrupted again.

“I know it will be a full year before we can actually file for a consensual divorce, but in the meantime, I want to make clear that she will be in full control of the Peppertree Resort I just purchased. Sort out the paperwork for that, and then get the divorce papers ready for next year. I want you to include that the Peppertree goes to her in the divorce, along with any and all funds she needs to finish any renovations on the place that she hasn’t completed by that time. Those are the terms she and I have agreed to.”

My attorney was slowly nodding by the time I was halfway through my speech, typing out a few notes on another screen. “Understood, Mr. Hawthorne. Now, I am...familiar with these kinds of divorces,” he went on carefully, guarding his words. “You’re not paying me to question your methods, but are you absolutely sure that your ‘wife’ will agree to these terms? There’s a lot of ground for her to make this ugly, if relations between the two of you turn ‘more’ sour.”

“George, one of the reasons I like you so much is that you have total faith in my decisions, or at least, you don’t speak up when you don’t. Let’s keep that trend up.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but just raised his eyebrows and held up a hand. “Say no more.”

“I don’t plan to. Have a nice day, George.” I turned off the call and leaned back, picking up my glass of scotch and taking a drink with a smile on my lips.

All that was left to do now was wait...and figure out how to survive my time away from the best sex I’d had in my life.