Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
Our Rules
ISBN # 978-1-78651-147-8
©Copyright Jennifer Kacey 2017
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright March 2017
Edited by Ann Leveille
Totally Bound Publishing
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Published in 2017 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
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Warning:
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Hot Wife
OUR RULES
Jennifer Kacey
Book one in the Hot Wife Series
When the foundation of their marriage falters, Michael and Tabitha must rediscover what it means for her to be his hot wife.
Tabitha is a hot wife. Not just a sexy wife. A hot wife. A wife allowed to be with other men with the permission of her husband.
Michael couldn’t love his wife more. Which is exactly why he shares her with others. Because she’s his.
On the cusp of everything they’re worked for—years in the making—a shattered promise threatens the foundation of their marriage. A foundation Michael had thought unbreakable until he lets Tabitha down in more ways than one.
Taking her submission for granted could lose him everything he’s strived for, and winning back her trust is the only thing that matters.
Dedication
To You. And Our rules. Every word of this book is Yours. Love you morererererer!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Wizard of Oz: L. Frank Baum
Pop-Tarts: Kellogg North America Company
Lit’l Smokies: Sara Lee Foods, Inc.
Homer Simpson: Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Styrofoam: Dow Chemical Company
Dyson: Dyson Research Limited
Kleenex: Kimberly-Clark Worldwide, Inc
Scream: Dimension Films
Fried Green Tomatoes: Universal Pictures
Mary Poppins: Buena Vista Distribution
The Exorcist: Warner Bros.
Skype: Microsoft Corporation
Chapter One
Wesley
Tabitha’s urgent voicemail bled into Wes’ veins as he listened to it for the second time. Pumping hard, his heartrate jacked his need for her even higher. The hushed timbre of her voice never failed to call to him, plead with him.
“I need to see you tonight. I’ve been thinking about our date this weekend for days and I know I won’t be able to stop obsessing until I see you.”
Closing his eyes for a second, he pictured her cherry-red nipples hardening beneath her staid blouse. She was a CPA for a financial company and was always dressed so proper. He knew her pussy would be wet beneath her knee-length skirt. Her pupils would already be dilated, as if he’d been working her over for hours. Torturing her body with such exquisite pleasure it bordered on pain was something he needed. Something he craved. Something very few women had been able to handle more than once.
But his bottom Tabitha?
That sexy dynamo with her hair in a bun wore prim pinstriped skirts and could always take him. She craved him. Needed his dominance as if it was air. His cock jerked behind his slacks, more than ready to be let out to play.
Her breathing sped up on the message. “Please, Wes. I know we aren’t supposed to meet until Saturday night but I can’t wait. I’m so wet I’ve already had to go to the ladies’ room and clean up twice this morning. It’s only a few minutes past ten.” Her voice gained an octave at the end, clearly affected by her reaction to him.
As if he needed another reason to want to see her.
“I ache for you. Michael isn’t due back until nine tonight. Please,” she whispered, and abruptly the connection dropped.
Michael.
Her husband.
Hunger ate at his insides. The need to control the beautiful woman who’d left the message grew with every second that ticked by.
As he opened his eyes, Wes stared out of the twenty-fifth story window of his office building in downtown Jacksonville, North Carolina. As he stood in the conference room before anyone else arrived, he barely resisted the urge to replay the message again. Instead he exited his voicemail and checked his watch.
It had already been one hell of a busy day. Half past one o’clock stared back at him from the face of his Breitling Chronomat 41. Didn’t take him thirty seconds to mentally run through the rest of his day and figure out what he could shuffle around to make room for…more pressing endeavors.
First, a meeting with his project managers on the new government contract they’d been awarded the Monday before was scheduled to start in just a few minutes. Then another consultation with his engineers in a couple of hours on a new drone prototype they were about to start work on. Then one last update with his board of directors, from which they were going to depart very happy.
He had plans with a buddy of his to catch a championship fight in Charlotte later that night. It wasn’t supposed to start until nine, but they still had to take the jet to get there. Hmm…
His dick pulsed again, reminding him that he’d already made the decision so he might as well move along with altering plans. Tabitha on her knees or bound beneath him, his handprint on her ass. Simplest decision he’d made all day.
She should already be back to work and unable to answer her cell at her desk if she’d left for lunch.
Perfect.
Pulling up her contact information, under Tabby Cat, took him about two seconds. He’d nicknamed her that for two reasons after the first time he’d fucked her.
One, because she had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Small lips, super sensitive and one of the most gorgeous shades of fuckable he’d been able to lay his tongue on. And two, since she purred when a certain man had her.
His cock jerked.
Almost three years ago, he’d sunk inside her slick heat, and he still hadn’t gotten enough.
Be
ing allergic to monogamy normally had him moving on, and quick. Even from women such as Tabitha who were otherwise spoken for.
But something about her called to him. Her ability to submit to him so effortlessly, maybe. Possibly her capacity to blossom beneath his command. Beneath his pain. His need to control her grew each time he laid eyes on her, and the ways she danced in his rope could fill a library of books.
Submission wasn’t something a person could learn. Nor was dominance.
Not in his way of thinking.
There was something about how his Tabby Cat knelt naked at his feet he couldn’t ignore. Wouldn’t ignore. But this was the first time she’d called up out of the blue to meet with him. ‘Dates’ were normally planned at least two weeks in advance. Sometimes he met her at her house and sometimes at a hotel of her choosing.
Both places were equally intense and turned him on so damn fast. Normally, by the time he closed the door he had to fuck her, before they ever made it to a bed.
She liked it dirty.
Rough.
And she was his to command.
That she’d called him up in the middle of the day to meet that night probably should have made him pause, but it didn’t. Life was too short for too much thinking about certain details. Sex with their kind of power exchange definitely fell into that category for him. Tabitha was so hot and he was so horny for her that he was game as soon as he’d seen it was her who had left a message. Her desire raced beneath his flesh and his cock twitched again.
Hearing people exit the elevator at the far end of the floor, he swiped the screen of his phone to place the call and grinned when her voicemail picked up immediately. Good. And he hoped she saw it was him calling. Anticipation turned her on something hardcore. Lucky girl. Because he was ready to play and ‘aggressive’ was going to be the main attraction.
Her bouncy voice reached him through the phone. “Hi! This is Tabitha. Leave me a message and I’ll call you back. Byyeeeeee.”
Beep.
“Pink fuck-me heels, black garter, black thigh-highs and no panties. Nothing else. I want your hair up in the bun you wore for work today. I’ll take it down when I decide to. At half past eight I want you on all fours on your husband’s bed with your pussy and ass facing the door. I’ll let myself in downstairs with the spare key. Your fingers on your pussy to get your slit nice and wet for me. Understand? Text me back the only two words I want to hear. Gonna use each hole. Hope you’re ready.”
Just as he hung up, voices in the hallway reached him. Stepping up to the head of the table to hide his hard-on, he took a seat. Eleven of his top project managers filed into the boardroom. He set his phone in front of him and switched it to silent.
“Of course, he’s already here,” Sinclair, one of his newest hires, confirmed with a grin as soon as he sat. “Wes, do you ever sleep?”
There were rumors going around the office that all Wes did was work. If they only knew the half of my extracurricular activities. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
Everyone chuckled as they got settled and most of them picked up the thick packets of information already sitting at each of their locations.
“Let’s go ahead and get started. Contrary to popular belief, I actually have plans tonight that do not involve business. I can’t miss them, so let’s get right to it.” He hoped they could be professional and focus, but…no such luck.
“Oh, my God. I hope someone was secretly videoing that,” Sinclair mock-whispered.
“We could win the pool if we prove he’s actually human,” a smiling woman on Sinclair’s left mumbled behind her hand. Ericka had been with him for almost five years. She was loyal, wicked smart and can’t wasn’t in her vocabulary when he brought a project to her he wanted handled.
He grinned. “Guess you’ll all have to be faster on the draw next time.”
“Dammit,” an older gentlemen on his right cursed as he set his phone back down. “I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too.”
Everybody laughed, including Wes. “Hector, you just nominated yourself to turn the lights off.”
The man stood with mock outrage. “You’re only trying to keep my people down.”
“What people?” somebody else joked. “Your family’s been here longer than any of ours.”
Another woman, sitting next to him, shooed him toward the door. “I’ve been to your houses. Both of them. You have a housekeeper. So, shut it!”
Everyone else heckled him as he headed toward the set of light switches by the door.
“Ericka,” Wes spoke her name softly as the jabs continued.
His other project manager, set to lead the meeting, swiveled around and faced him. “Yeah, boss?”
“They’re all yours.” He slid the remote control across the table. “Bring them up to speed on Phase I and I’ll fill in anywhere you need me to.”
She petted the remote. “My precious.”
“Oh, Lordy. Ericka has the remote.”
“Save yourself,” Sinclair added.
Wes shook his head and smirked one more time. “It’s a wonder you guys get anything done.”
Hector pointed to his chest. “That hurts right here.”
Ericka laughed and brought up the first slide on the projector that shone on the wall ahead of Wes. Everyone chuckled, faced that direction, and finally got down to business. They might play hard but they worked hard, too. Wes, of all people, could respect that.
Twenty minutes later, Wes’ phone display lit up, signaling he’d received a text message. Licking his bottom lip, he could almost taste Tabitha’s sweet juices on his mouth. He ran his thumb across the screen and pulled up his messages.
Yes, Sir.
The exact two words he’d been waiting for pumped through his veins, reminding him of what would be waiting after work.
A very capable, intelligent and racy as hell woman waiting to take what dirty and delicious things he wanted to do to her.
Power surged through him, pressing him to take action.
Good girl, he texted back before turning off his screen and pocketing the phone.
He flipped another page on the packet as everyone else around the table did, determined to fully participate in the meeting continuing all around him.
The timing of him tuning back in couldn’t have been better.
Ericka turned to him, as did everyone else. “Wes, do you know the projected start date on Phase I construction so we have an idea how long we have for the infrastructure prep?”
“Three months. It’s gonna be tight.”
“Who are we using for this one?” Sinclair asked.
“Graves Design and Construction. We’ve worked with him before. I don’t anticipate any delays so we need to get on this immediately.”
Affirmatives followed his statement and they all looked back up at the next slide.
Graves Design and Construction.
As in Michael Graves.
Wes smiled.
Tabitha’s husband.
Chapter Two
Wesley
The scene waiting for him as he silently pushed open Tabitha’s bedroom door at precisely eight-thirty kicked his dominant cravings to the forefront.
On her hands and knees, just as he’d told her. Her bare pussy on display, facing the door like he’d directed, made his balls ache. She rubbed her clit in tight little circles, eliciting a full-fledged growl as he stepped inside.
Tabitha eeked and glanced over her shoulder at him.
Tossing his suit coat toward a chair off to one side, he had no idea if it landed on top. He didn’t look long enough to tell.
The light from her bedside lamp highlighted half of her face and body, creating dips and shadows he couldn’t wait to explore.
He pushed the door closed and watched her.
Color filled her cheeks as he stared at her pussy. “Both hands on the bed, Tabby Cat. I’ll be using that pussy now.”
The black material of her stockings and garters high
lighted her tanned skin when she shifted to place her other palm on the pristine white comforter beneath her. A rich shade of purple on the walls, her favorite hue, surrounded them within an ambiance of decadence and desire. Her shoulders lifted as she inhaled, and she tracked his movements across the room. He emptied his pockets on her tall dresser.
Her eyes. Beautiful.
Brown and gold swirled together to form a perfect combination of temptation and innocence.
The pose?
Completely submissive, trusting, open.
But her eyes?
Provocative, seductive, fierce.
The dual sides of her personality spoke to him. Called to him. Begged for him.
It was a scream inside his head to take. Possess. Control. All of her.
From the top of her bun all the way down to her curled toes.
He wanted it all and he was going to have it.
“Do you know how hard you make me when you follow my instructions? How badly I want to fuck you senseless with that prim little bun in your hair?” Closing the distance between them, he stared at the gorgeous brown-haired woman laid out before him as if she were a meal.
Thin, with curves in all the right places, she was definitely his kind of poison.
He planned to have his fill and more before the night was done.
“Maybe,” she answered and smiled.
“Safe word is the same as always?”
She nodded. “Rutabaga.”
“And if I have something shoved in that tempting little mouth of yours, you do what if you need to stop?”
She raised one hand, the same one she’d had on her pussy, and snapped her fingers.
“Good. Now, I want my handprint on you.” Without pausing, he crashed his hand down onto the flesh of her ass then again on the other cheek.
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