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She wiggled her ass at him, and he grabbed the thong and whipped it down, tugging everything to her ankles. Once her pants and underwear were down, she kicked them aside. “Caroline, lift your right leg and set it on the rung of this chair.” He hooked the chair with his foot and positioned it so she could use it. “I want you wide open.”

She did as she was bid. “Jace, I need you inside me yesterday.”

“I know, babe, and you’re going to get it soon. I promise.” He brought his hands to her cheeks and spread them so he could see all of her. He sighed. Then he circled a finger through her wetness and slipped it in. She gasped and clenched around him immediately.

She was so close.

Without wasting another second, he unbuckled and unzipped, pushing his jeans down past his hips, then took his cock in hand and drove himself deep. “Ahhh, you’re so wet.” His jaw clenched. “And so tight from this angle.” He began to thrust.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Faster. I need it hard, Jace. I need you to fuck me harder.”

He grabbed on to her hips and did as she asked, whipping her toward him as he pounded into her again and again, the motions frantic and frenetic. The table rocked back and forth, and the rest of the dishes and food clattered to the floor.

She cried out. He could see her knuckles white against the edges of the table. “I need more,” she cried. “Put your finger…in there.”

He knew were “there” was without asking.

He angled his thumb over her beautiful ass and pressed it into the opening without breaking his rhythm. It didn’t get more than half an inch in, and she broke apart beneath him. He yelled as her tightness clenched around his cock so hard it triggered him into spilling.

He knew it was, bar none, one of the biggest orgasms she’d ever had.

He continued rocking into her, coming just as hard.

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The light was too bright.

Argh,” Caroline sputtered as she draped a forearm across her eyes. She could effectively block the light out, but she couldn’t block the pounding wine headache attacking her on every level. “How did it get so light in here?” She turned on her side and winced as she tried to focus on the clock.

The sound of Jace’s laughter came from the doorway. “It’s light because it’s one o’clock in the afternoon, princess.”

Caroline struggled to sit up, and then moaned, collapsing back on the pillows. “Wait.” She rested her arm back over her eyes. “Why are you home? Isn’t this a workday?”

He strode to the edge of the bed and sat, causing the mattress to dip. “It is, but I’m working from home today. You were so out of it last night, I wanted to make sure you were okay when you woke up. Do you remember what happened?” His voice was gentle, like he was trying not to spook her.

Caroline moved her arm and blinked up at her husband, and after a moment, she gave him a tentative smile. “Yes. I remember.”

Jace’s face was a mask of relief, his shoulders instantly relaxing. “Okay, well, that’s great, because trying to explain it to you was going to be tricky. So how do you feel? And just so you know, I’m okay with it”—he held up his hands—“and I really want you to be too.”

Aside from the I’m-going-straight-to-hell mantra running at top speed inside her brain, like it usually did, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet. Caroline yawned and squinted around the room, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the light. “The only thing I’m sure about right now is that I need coffee.”

“I have a pot made. I’ll get you a cup.”

“Thanks, babe,” she muttered into the pillow as she turned over and buried her face in it.

How did she feel? That was the question of the hour.

She remembered everything.

Every single detail Piper had told her about sex, getting drunk, feeling restless and horny, Jace coming home early, them going at it, and then Jace carrying her up to bed. She’d definitely thought asking Piper to watch them was a damn good idea at the time. But Piper had warned Caroline that she would feel crushing guilt after she participated in an…event.

What did one call it? A sexual act? An indiscretion?

Piper had also told her she would need recovery time.

And last night definitely counted as an “event” in Caroline’s mind, even if it was a tiny one. Piper had outlined the steps, and if Caroline remembered correctly, Piper had told her she’d feel guilt, worry, and then an eventual acceptance—if she decided to be okay with it. If not, there would be more guilt, followed by anger and embarrassment.

Caroline was pretty sure she’d gone straight to embarrassment.

“Oh my God. We’re going to have to move.” She turned over and buried her face in her hands as Jace entered the room with her coffee.

“What was that?” The cup clinked against the saucer as he walked.

“Jace, I love this house.” Caroline tossed her pillow onto the floor in disgust. “We can’t move!”

“What are you talking about? We’re not moving, so don’t worry about it.” He stood next to the bed, looking confused.

“Piper…and Michael both know I’m a sex junky now. It’s so embarrassing! I acted like a total harlot. Like a drunk, unstable addict. The only thing left for us to do is move far—somewhere far, far away.”

“Care, harlots went out of fashion in the thirties, so I think you’re safe on that point. And we’re not moving. We searched long and hard for this house, and we’ve poured our blood, sweat, and tears into it—not to mention lots of dollars. We’re staying put. What happened yesterday afternoon is just beginning to sink in. You’ll get past it. You just need to give it time.”

“Fine, I’m a slut then. I acted like a slut.” Ignoring his soothing words, she picked up another pillow, this one made of down, and collapsed back on the bed, molding it over her face, crossing her elbows over the top.

“Caroline, come on. Take the coffee. After it hits your system, you’ll feel much better. You’re not a slut, and what we did yesterday was exciting. You wanted to try something new, and to tell you the truth, I kind of liked it.”

Caroline lowered the pillow, her eyes peeking over the top. “You liked it?”

“Yeah, sort of. I absolutely loved that you were so turned on. You can’t manufacture that kind of heat, and you were at hot lava. I had you over the kitchen table, which I don’t have to tell you was a first for us. I have no idea why we’ve never tried it before, because it was extremely sexy. We broke a lot of crap, but it was worth it.”

Caroline pushed the pillow away and leaned up on an elbow, taking the proffered cup from her husband. “So you’re telling me you’d do something like that again? Willingly?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Jace chuckled. “I didn’t feel super comfortable with us being the ones on display, but possibly watching someone else do what we did would be…kind of exciting.”

Caroline readjusted, scooting up so her back rested against the headboard, and took a sip of the coffee, letting herself enjoy it for a moment. Her head still pounded from the wine, but the caffeine helped. “I don’t know how I’m going to face Piper again. I mean, she confessed all this extremely personal stuff about her sexual journey, the one she’s been on for the past nine years, and I jump in the first moment I can. I acted like a total slutty whore harlot. I don’t care if ‘harlot’ isn’t in vogue, it totally describes my actions last night.” She leaned back and closed her eyes.

“Care, she was as drunk as you were, and you’re not even close to being a whore.” He sat on the edge of the bed again, resting his hand on her thigh through the covers. “I’m surprised that’s where your brain is at. There won’t be any issues between the two of you once you work it out. And you can’t forget that she’s done this kind of thing on a semiregular basis for a long time. You showed one breast for about thirty seconds. Then she was gone.”