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Who touches a married woman like that in front of her husband? And the way his thing was poking my thigh was disgusting. But Derek and Carter's conversation was funny. They're such idiots.

Arriving at Carter I introduce the two men using Carter's alias. "Axel this is James," I introduce. "James, this is my husband Axel Wild."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wild," he says sticking his hand out for him.

Carter stares at it, then ignores it turning to me and tugging me into his side by my waist. I wonder what he's doing until he bends down to my ear and growls, "Why were you letting him touch you like that?"

Still in character, I look up at my husband and cup his face between my hands. "Baby, you know you're the only man I want."

Carter just nods and kisses the side of my neck. His hands drifting over ass in a show for James. "You're ass is getting punished when we get home."

I ignore him until I feel his teeth latch onto my ear as his tongue drags over the shell of it. The moan that leaves my lips is involuntary. His touch lit me up from within.

"We are in public," I sigh, shoving at his chest and pushing him off.

"We will finish the conversation tonight then."

I really hope we do.

Not letting James or Carter know my true thoughts I roll my eyes and feign annoyance when I'm soaking my lace panties.

James' gaze intensifies in my direction and I resist the urge to shrivel underneath it.

"We've been talking long enough," Carter grunts, stealing the attention away from me. "We want what we came here for."

He motions over to a group of men before telling us that we should speak in a more private setting. When he turns we follow, with the men he motioned to following as well. James leads us into a private room with gaudy luxury items. It screams wasted money.

Leading us to a sitting area, James pours Carter and me a glass of wine. I don't bother reaching for one as Carter sits down in the armchair then pulls me into his lap. Now we talk about the GHOST.

Except we didn't. James rambled on and on questioning "Axel" about how he's able to handle me. It annoys the crap out of me. Especially when Carter gives stupid misogynistic answers like, "you put her in her place". He sure as hell has and never will put me in "my place". I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up with tiny little bruises from the pinches I give him.

After 15 minutes of them talking I'm over it. "Where is GHOST?" I cut in, losing my patience.

James glares at me for interrupting him. I hold his gaze and await my answer. And the one I get is not a good one. He doesn't have it.

"You were a waste of my time," I growl standing to my feet and heading for the door when Carter grabs my arm and pulls me back in between his legs.

I suggest he treads lightly because I am no longer acting, I am pissed. I had this man grope me, sat here for 15 minutes listening to them talk about how I can be handled and he doesn't even have GHOST?

"Baby," Carter says softly, running his hands up my hips and placing a soft kiss on my exposed thigh. I gasp, delicious shivers working up my body.

"He's a liar," I tried to hide the moan in my voice but it slipped through making Carter smirk.

"I am no liar!" James barks.

I roll my eyes and pull Carter up so we can go. He doesn't budge. Unexpectedly his hand wraps around my throat, my eyes threaten to roll back as he leans into me.

"Calme-toi petit tigre. Nous obtiendrons GHOST." {Calm down little tiger. We will get GHOST.}

My body physically relaxes from his touch and words. We really need to get out of here. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last in this setting without wanting to jump this man. At home, I can take a minute to get my body under control.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wild, I do have GHOST. With information this sensitive I need to take precautions. Tomorrow I will be having a party. Come then and we will do the exchange."

He's saving his ass and I'm ready to go. Taking Carter's hand, I lace my fingers through his and begin to pull him along. Carter grunts and pulls me back then turns to James informing him that we will be there. James tells us to bring our swimsuits, his eyes leering at my body once again.

This time, Carter lets me pull him along to the door where we wait for his men to open it. They look at me and I glare at them. Finally, they open the door and I walk out with Carter in tow and Emily and Derek arguing about not getting the GHOST.

When we get to the car, my husband finally speaks up and what he says is stupid. "So about you being a submissive..."

I laugh and place my head on his shoulder, glad that the stupid gala is finally over and now I can strip out of this dress.

"Come on, Wifey, I think as your husband it is only reasonable that I know what you like sexually."

"Good thing you're not really my husband," I retort.

He scoffs and shakes his head looking out the window as I lace my fingers though his and snuggle closer.

30 minutes later we are pulling up to the house, and I'm out the second the limo driver stops. I walk up the driveway barefoot, opening the door with Carter following closely behind.

"So are you going to tell me?" Carter questions, stepping in front of me and stopping me in my path.

I roll my eyes, but eventually give in. "I'll tell you while you make me dinner."

He grumbles and follows me up the stairs as I sidestep him. I'm not going to tell Carter the main thing I really like is him. I don't care what type of sexual activities I'm doing as long as it's with him. That sounds weird but ever since day one Carter has plagued my sex life. Trying to get off has become hard without Carter's face slipping into my mind. He's got me sexually frustrated.

When I get to my room I close the door and lock it before changing into the olive nightgown that Carter got me last Christmas. The satin is so nice and comfortable and I love the way it feels against my skin.

Stepping back downstairs, I find Carter working in the kitchen changed into cotton shorts with his naked upper half on full display. I walk up to him cutting up chicken and hop up onto the island next to him.

"So what's for dinner, Husband?"

"Garlic butter chicken on jasmine rice with lemon asparagus." When he looks at me I feel like I'm home. I don't want to loose Carter.

I take his hand to stop his cutting and pull him in front of me, wrapping my arms around him and holding him in a warm, safe embrace. He chuckles and kisses my forehead rubbing my back as I look up at him.

"What are you doing, Mama?"

"Hugging you," I reply softly.

He smiles and kisses my nose. "Tu es si belle." {You are so beautiful}

"I like when you speak to me in different languages."

It's true. Especially when he speaks to me in French. It's so hot.

He lifts a brow suggestively before saying, "Are you going to tell me what you like?", also in French. I reply with a shrug, telling him that I like chicken. I know what he meant, but messing with him is always so much fun. He rolls his eyes at me then pulls away going back to the food, while watching me, awaiting the real answer to his question.

Groaning, I lay back on the counter and close my eyes to try and picture it. "I like it rough," I sigh.

Carter holding my hips and thrusting into me relentlessly flashes through my mind.

"But I like it sensual." Imaginary Carter trails gentle kisses along my neck while his lower half is anything but gentle. "I like a few nips and bites here and there. I find it sexy." A soft moan leaves my lips as imaginary Carter does all the things I name. "I don't mind being spanked and I like the way you grip my neck."

I'm pulled from my day dreaming by Carter's guttural groan and the sound of meat hitting the hot pan. Hopping off the counter, I make my way over to where he stands. Immediately his attention shifts to me.

I don't say anything as I bring my hands up around his neck, pulling him down as I stand up on my tippy toes. I tilt my neck up giving him free access. For a moment he hesitates possibly gauging if I'm really going to let him do this. Then his lips connect with my sweet spot and the whole world disappears into nothing but this.

Carter groans, dragging his hands down my thighs then lifting me up onto the counter. His eyes flash with an unmistakable heat and desire. I drag my hands over his torso as his fingers continue to trail up my thighs, underneath my gown.

I intended on stopping him. I was only trying to tease him. But then my resolve slips and I can't help but bring my thigh over his hip and pull him even closer by the back of his neck. He growls and pushes me back onto the island positioning himself between my legs and hovering over me. I need to stop this...after a few more minutes.

His teeth glide over my pulse and I shiver underneath him. He grunts in response, moving lower and pushing up my gown as he goes. Then I feel the soft nip to the inside of my thigh and immediately try to push him off knowing if I don't I will let it go too far.

But when his hand wraps around my throat and pins me to the counter, I know I'm screwed. Impulsively I spread my legs for him, letting him kiss up my pelvis. When he tries to push my dress up higher, I stop him knowing I'm not wearing a bra underneath. He just finds his way around it pulling one of my nipples between his teeth through the thin fabric of my nightgown.

My back arches, involuntarily, into his touch. The intense amount of foreplay and stimulation of my nipples nearly sends me over the edge. Keyword: nearly.

Shoving Carter off I move far, far away from him. He stares, the hungry look still in his eyes. My knees buckle and I use the wall as support before dumping cold water onto this extremely hot situation. And it works.

I force a laugh past my lips and shake my head at Carter. "I find it amazing how men have such little control over their sexual needs."

Anger is the first emotion I see.

Carter scoffs and shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with me at all costs. "I don't know—" He cuts himself off before rolling his eyes and heading for the stairs. "Just order some food, you're an adult."

The smell of burnt chicken catches my nose and pulls me out of the moment. Quickly I remove the pan and cut off the stove. I messed up.