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To say it was a long day is an understatement.

I was distracted … by my dick … and the thought of my wife.

I married her because I love her and know that there is no other woman on earth I would rather spend time with, my life with, or my bed with. But, nowadays, time is scarce. My life is spent in a suit, running Steel. And my bed, well, I get a corner of it, no blankets, while my girl gets to take up ninety percent of it while she rests, because she’s growing our child. And yes, I know how fucking important that is.

The problem is, she’s also growing tits. And that ass … fuck, I want it … bad.

I also got married so I could spend every damn night inside her. Clearly, that’s not happening. Hell, I work with her most every day, and I can’t even get in a quickie.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Everything okay, Mr. Steel?” Francis, my secretary, asks.

I look up. Fuck no, it’s not okay. I have a conference room full of all our department heads and all I can look at is Carly. And instead of being focused on financial reports, I am praying she uncrosses her legs so I can get a glimpse of her panty-less pussy.

“Yes.” I clear my throat and nod. “Carry on.”

Carry on? Who the fuck says carry on? Sure as fuck not the Jase Steel I used to be, the one who would have dragged my girl out of this billion-dollar building and fucked her in some alley somewhere.

Fuck it. Good idea. Damn good idea.

“On second thought, can we take a break?” I ask. “Meet back here in thirty minutes?”

“What?” Abe, our CFO, asks as he looks at me like I’m fucking insane.

I just may be, but my balls are blue, my wife is hot, and I am worth shit right now.

“I said thirty minutes.”

Carly’s eyes widen. I know she knows what’s up.

Thomas leans over and whispers something in her ear, and then they stand.

No, no, no, no!

“Carly, I need to see you for a moment,” I say loud enough for her to hear, even with all the papers being shuffled, chairs moving, and people whispering. I’m pretty fucking sure they’re whispering about me. Yeah, I know they think I’ve lost my damn mind, and I have. I so have.

“It’ll have to wait, Jase. Thomas and I are needed in the lab.” Carly smiles then hurries out the door.

Fired. He’s fired. They’re all fired.

“What the hell is going on?” Abe asks when everyone leaves the conference room.

I throw my hands in the air. “I need a day off, she needs a day off, we need a fucking day off.”

Abe laughs. “Then take one.”

“Not funny, Abe.”

“Yeah, it is.” He pats my back before leaving the room.

Fuck my life.

“Heading out,” Abe says as he leans his head in my office.

I look up and nod, then look at the time.

It’s seven o’clock, and yes, it’s Monday. That’s the way Mondays always go around here.

“I’m off tomorrow,” I tell him.

“So I hear. Going to hang out with the Clintons?” Abe chuckles, and I give him the bird. “Seriously, have fun. You deserve it.”

I roll my eyes. “Fuck off, O’Donnell.”

“All I’m saying is, have fun with your wife. If you ever hurt her again, I will beat you down.”

I stand up and raise my eyebrow at my oldest and dearest friend. “You sure you could handle that?”

His eyes light up in amusement. “You’re the one who’s gone soft, not me.”

“Soft? What the fuck are you talking about?”

He smirks. “You’re a family man.”

“And you’re a dick,” I tell him.

“Still my favorite appendage. Can you say the same?”

“Abe!” I hear his fiancée Nikki scold him from behind.

“Who’s holding the leash these days, O’Donnell?” I whisper so she can’t hear me.

“Not Hilary Clinton,” he whispers back.

“You’re fired,” I tell him.

“Yeah right.” He chuckles. “See you Wednesday.”

“Yeah, see ya.” I nod.

I am in the elevator when the fucking thing stops. I look up as Carly, who is looking down at her phone, looks up. Her mouth makes an O shape, and my cock goes full-on Steel.

“Get your ass in here.”

Her eyes travel south, yet she doesn’t move.

I hold my hand out to stop the door from closing. “Carly …”

“Jase, the girls are just downstairs, waiting with Abe.”

I nod, and then, for some reason, she seems to loosen up a bit and walks on. She stands next to me as I push the button.

“I forgot to leave a file Thomas needs for tomorrow and—” She stops when I have her pinned against the wall. “Oh God.”

I reach down, unzip my pants, and pull myself out as I grab her shirt and attempt to unbutton it. Shit goes wrong. Need overtakes sense and buttons go flying.

I give a fuck less.

I yank her skirt up and line myself up against her hot, little twat.

She moans, “We can’t.”

“We will.”

“We shouldn’t,” she whimpers as I push inside her.

“We are,” I groan. “Fuck.”

“Oh God,” she says as her head falls back against the elevator wall as mine bows to give her tits the worship they deserve.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say as I rub my tongue piercing across them.

“Yes, oh yes,” she pants.

I pull her leg up and hook it around my hip as I slowly fuck my wife while she digs her nails into my shoulders.

Her mouth is on mine as she cries out the most beautiful sound. Her pussy grips my cock like a vice. I keep fucking her, not wanting to stop.

“Third floor,” she pants. “Jase, third floor.”

She sighs in relief when I hit the emergency stop button and continue sliding in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

“Heaven,” I groan as my balls tighten right before I jet off inside her.

My head is in the crook of her neck, my hand is in her hair. I am panting, she is panting, and I am ready to go again.

“Baby, one more time,” I say.

“No,” she whines. “I mean, I want to, but—”

“Yeah, but,” I say, lifting my head and taking her lips as I slide out of her.

She fumbles with her blazer. “You ripped it. I can’t fix this. We’re so busted. Jase, what were you thinking?”

In a post-orgasmic haze, I simply shrug, take off my jacket, and hand it to her.

“You’re kidding,” she huffs.

I take off my shirt and pull off the tee under it. “This will have to work.”

Her eyes narrow. She’s annoyed

Meanwhile, I’m happy as hell I just came and know damn well part of me is running down her legs.

I pull out my handkerchief and rub it between her sexy thighs as she puts on the shirt then throws her coat on over it. Then she steps back, lips in a thin line, and glares at me as I hit the button to continue our descent.

When the door opens, Abe and the girls are standing outside of it.

Kiki looks at Carly and gasps, “Mommy, ducks are bad!” Then she points to her shirt.

“Mommy had a spill,” Carly says, completely flustered as she takes her hand and looks back at me. “We’ll see you at home, Jase.”

I nod, then wink at Kiki. “It’s just a shirt, kiddo.”

Kiki gives me a look, much like Carly gives me when I have pissed her off.

I can’t help laughing as I look over at Bell. “You wanna ride with me?”

“I gotta get my bag out of the car. Meet you outside!”

“Sure thing, little Bell,” I say as I slowly follow all three of my girls outside.

Before I walk out, I look at Abe and smirk. “Soft, my ass.”