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He gives a knowing nod, and Hunter looks outright disgusted. I don’t care, I have a fantasy to live out.

Hunter stands, tapping the table with his fist. “Fuck it. This is your wedding present; I’ll have it moved into yours later,” he mutters as he walks past with Tate. Jett follows behind and stops before the door fully closes.

“Don’t worry about being loud, I’ll cover my ears,” he says.

“Shut the fucking door, Jett,” I hiss.

The second I hear it click shut, I stand, shoving my chair out the way. Gianna looks up at me through her lashes, her eyes tracking over my body.

Grabbing my hat from the table, I place it gently on her head. That in itself is enough to spring my cock to life.

“What’s the fantasy?” she breathes out.

I hold out my hand to her, and she takes it so I can help her to her feet. I don’t waste a second; with a grunt, I spin her and push her over the table, kicking open her legs.

Her hands splay out over the wood as I shove her skirt over her ass.

I bite down on my fist at the sight of her. The red thong against her tanned skin, surrounded by ink. And that hat. My hat.

“You. Bent over this fucking table. That was it. That was all I needed to see.”

I rub my hands over her ass, settling between her legs. She grips hold of the hat on her head.

“And the hat, Colt. I owed you this,” she breathes out.

“Oh, I fuckin’ know, baby.”

Pulling her cheeks apart, I swallow. I need her, so fuckin’ bad.

“You wanted to see? You don’t want to do anything? How disappointing, Colten.”

Lifting my right hand, I spank her. She jolts forward with a moan as I rub the small red welt already forming.

“You’re a tease, cowboy. I know you can hit harder than that,” she sasses.

Dragging one hand down her spine, I press her against the table and smack her again, this time harder, like she asked for.

“Better?” I grunt.

“Would be better if your cock was inside me.”

I’m already unbuckling my belt and freeing my dick. I tug her panties to the side and thrust inside her all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck. You feel so good, G,” I murmur.

She pushes back against me, desperate for more. Desperate for me. And that ignites something inside me.

“Is this what you need?” I ask, the table jolting as I fuck her from behind.

Her breathing gets heavier, the little moans become cries. “Y-yes.”

I smack her ass again, and a scream rips from her. I bend forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head back. With my free hand, I shove two fingers in her mouth. I know Jett won’t cover his damn ears and no one gets to hear what belongs to me.

Her teeth clamp down over them, and she fights against me. Her walls are strangling my cock, my own release right on the damn edge.

“You might be a goddamn mafia queen now, but to me? You’re my little slut that’s just desperate for my cock. Aren’t you?”

She nods, tipping her head back and meeting my thrusts.