Evie and Anthony walked through the door of their house and she threw her bag on the table, grumbling under her breath.

“I know you’re frustrated—”

“Damn straight I am.” Evie’s fists clenched and her body was tense.

“We have a few things to finish here, and then we can go back and check on Lexi. They’re almost at thirty-six weeks, so she’s doing great. You can relax—they’ve come further than the doctor thought they would, which is a good thing. Now, why don’t we have a seat and I’ll see if I can take your mind off your problems and relax you.”

Evie narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t want to relax. I want to revel in my frustration. Besides, you should know you can’t tell me what to do.”

Grinning, Anthony loved how she was playing into his hand. “I seemed to recall you taking issue with my bossiness.” He sat down on the couch. His hand attempted to pull Evie with him.

She pulled back, placing her hands on her hips, her height forcing him to wrench his neck and look up at her from his vantage point. God, she was beautiful—and luckily all his. Any other man she would have eaten alive with her moxie.

“Did I say that?” She pouted, tapping her foot which he nudged with his shoe. Evie glared back, not giving him any quarter. Yes, why would she make this any easier for him at all?

“I distinctly remember you saying ‘bossy.’ Maybe even something about a stick up my bum, but why quibble over details?” Shrugging, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the couch. His face was a contradiction of emotions, his right eyebrow quirked up, challenging her to say more. Evie sensed he was about to get his way, again, and didn’t bother to censor her opinion on the fact.

She rolled her eyes. “Right. Bossy is as bossy does,” she mumbled under her breath.

Anthony leaned forward, his hands clenching her legs just behind her knees, propelling Evie in an unsteady step. She resisted for all of two seconds.

“I am the boss, aren’t I?” Looking up under his dark lashes, he rubbed his thumbs behind her knees, weakening her resolve and forcing her legs to shuffle another step closer. His hands traveled upward underneath her skirt.

Evie slapped his hands away when she felt his fingers hook into her lace panties, tugging them.

“I’m the boss?” It wasn’t a question so much as asking for permission when he pulled the offending fabric down her miles of long legs.

“You’re the boss.” She bit her bottom lip when Anthony nudged her legs to step out of the underwear now tangled in his fingers.

“I’m the boss,” he said again, this time pulling her down to straddle his lap.

Mouth parched with desire, Evie only nodded as he slipped one hand into her loose hair. His other hand rose up, holding her panties, bringing them close to his face so he could smell her scent.

“God, I love everything about you,” he said, pocketing the silk and lace in his suit pocket. His hands pulled her close, letting her pussy rub bare and wet over the ridge in his pants.

“Anthony,” Evie whispered, her eyes slit open and a moan coming low from her chest.

“I can feel you soaking my pants, darling.” He rolled his hips up from his seat on the couch, grinding into her.

“So take them off.” Her nails dug into his shoulders and Anthony merely shrugged, smiling a wicked, dark smile.

“Uh-uh, I make the rules,” he said, shifting her quickly over his lap before she could protest.

“What—”

Anthony interrupted her, setting her flat across his lap where he had the best access to all of her. “Quiet, Evie.”

He reassured her by petting her back. When he reached the hem of her dress he lifted it, exposing her backside. Plump buttocks filled his palms, despite her lean physique.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, rhythmically rubbing his palm over her back and forth. He snaked a finger between her thighs, feeling for the telltale sign that she wanted him too. Sure enough, his fingers came away sticky sweet from her arousal. “I have a feeling I’m not the only one, huh?” he teased.

Evie squirmed over his lap and Anthony pushed the back of her dress up high, exposing her to her lower back. A soft slap stung her right cheek.

“Anthony!” She tried to look over her shoulder but his arm blocked her and forced her back down.

“It feels so good heating up your ass. I want you, Evie.” Anthony tapped her skin again slightly higher, and then, changing sides, increased the sharpness to pleasurable stings between caresses.

“Oh God, fuck me please,” she said, lost in the feeling. It wasn’t the pain she craved, nor was it being held down. It was the fabric of her senses being torn apart and rewoven into desire and the freedom not to have to make a decision of any kind. All her troubles and worries released into Anthony’s care.

Once her ass burned pink, the itchy hotness craved his cool touch to sooth the hurt. Anthony stood up in a fluid motion and laid Evie over the end of the couch. He pulled pillows from the side, their decorativeness having a new use for him.

The sound of belt buckles and shoes being kicked off filled the silence. He palmed her ass, squeezing the sore muscles and grunting when he drove his cock deep. Foreplay became unnecessary with the preparation his stinging palm had delivered earlier. Evie was wet, ready, and nearly pulsing with want for his hard cock to pillage her body.

“Yes, oh!” Evie leaned back into the thrusts as Anthony stabilized his movements by holding the back of her neck, gently squeezing the arch of it with each pound home. Hearing her screams of passion, he quickly fell over the edge as her hot pussy grabbed tight onto his cock. He released quickly and held her down from getting up right away.

“Every time, I swear it feels hotter,” he said, leaning over her damp back and kissing his way to her shoulder.

“So now we’re into spankings huh?” Laughing, Evie stretched out the kinks from having been over the side of the couch and ridden hard.

Anthony’s hand caressed her back, his thumb slipping between her cheeks playfully until she wiggled it away.

“I’d love to try out your little knot, but I have the feeling you might slug me when I least expect it,” he grumbled, his accent thicker, if that were possible.

“Don’t get too comfortable back there.” Evie reached around, cupping his semi-erect member and massaging it to attention again.

“I much prefer looking into those beautiful eyes of yours,” he said, turning and lifting her over the side to sprawl out on the couch.

“Then you better get over here and try this again.” Her finger prompted him to come hither and he joined her, covering her nude body.

“It’s good to be the boss,” he said, a satisfied feeling warming him from within as he pushed between her legs again for another go at baby-making. He’d never disrespect his wife in public by treating her anything less than his cherished equal. However, behind closed doors, he was the master. Except for those occasions she demanded her turn—then he’d be more than happy to let her have her way with him.