The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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"Over two hundred dollars? You need to take it back right now. And don't you dare pull this stunt again, got it?" Lawrence clutched the expensive lingerie like it might burn her fingers.
"Come on, just keep it. It's non-returnable, okay?" Jacob Kemnis gave her those puppy-dog eyes, and felt her resolve crumbling, heat creeping up her neck. "Jacob, be serious—how am I supposed to wear something like this? It's ridiculous."
"Who's gonna see it under your clothes?" He leaned in, voice dropping to that persuasive rumble. "And hey, if not now... when? This might be your only shot."
bit her lip. He'd already bought the damn thing, and it wasn't like she could shove it back in his face. At thirty-five, she knew the truth—this might genuinely be her last chance to feel this kind of reckless indulgence. And since nobody would know... Wasting something so expensive would be a sin.
"Fine," she muttered, cheeks flaming. "But I swear to God, if you do this again—"
"Got it. You're the best, wifey!" Jacob lit up like Christmas morning, planting a smacking kiss on her cheek.
"Stop calling me that!" swatted at him, but her traitorous pulse kicked up at the nickname.
"Aw, but I like it. Let me? Please?" He gave her that look—all hopeful desperation, like a kid begging for ice cream.
exhaled. The man had just blown two hundred bucks on her. What was one little concession? "...Only in private," she whispered, ducking her head.
"Deal!" Jacob crowed. "You're the best, wifey!"
rolled her eyes, but a giddy shiver ran down her spine. At her age, being called "wifey" by a guy younger than her son? It shouldn't thrill her this much.
"Now you gotta call me hubby," he pressed, grinning.
"In your dreams!" She smacked his chest, face burning.
"Come on, we're way past that. Just once? Please, wifey?"
groaned. Fine. If it shut him up...
"...Hubby," she mumbled, then immediately buried her face in her hands.
Jacob yanked her into a bear hug. "Wifey, I'm crazy about you."
"Jacob! The door's wide open!" She shoved him off, shooting a panicked glance toward the factory entrance.
"Let me fix that." He waggled his eyebrows. "Then we can... get reacquainted."
Between the scandalous lingerie and those shameless pet names, 's nerves were fried—and God help her, she was turned on. Cheeks scorching, she gave the tiniest nod.
Jacob bolted the door and was back in a flash, hands already reaching for her. "Let me?"
"I've been undressing myself for thirty-five years," she huffed.
"Humor me."
"You're insufferable."
She wore a prim floral blouse and sensible slacks—nothing special, but Jacob treated each button like a treasure. His knuckles grazed the curve of her breasts as he worked, and 's breath hitched.
Soon the blouse pooled at her feet, leaving only her bra. Her skin was porcelain-smooth, shoulders delicate, the swell of her cleavage enough to make a saint sweat. Jacob's gaze turned predatory as he knelt to peel off her slacks.
Her thighs were a revelation—long, toned, flushed pink with anticipation. And the damp patch on her panties? Yeah, he noticed.
"Wifey," he teased, tracing the wetness, "someone's excited."
covered her face. "You're unbearable! Let me—"
With practiced ease, she unhooked her bra. Full breasts spilled free, dark nipples pebbled against pale skin. Jacob's mouth went dry.
Her panties followed, revealing neatly trimmed curls. His fingers skimmed lower, brushing her slick folds.
gasped.
He hauled her close, cradling her face. At thirty-five, she was all confidence and curves—lush lips, flawless skin, the kind of presence that made his chest ache.
"Why're you staring? I'm practically ancient," she teased, tweaking his ear.
"You're gorgeous. Can't help it."
She pinched harder. "Brat. Maybe I'll ignore you."
"Ow! Easy, wifey!"
Before she could retaliate, Jacob flipped her onto the factory floor, sealing his mouth over hers. His tongue plunged deep, stealing her breath.
"Mmph—Jacob! Not so rough!" She smacked his shoulder.
He grinned against her lips. "The rougher I am, the more I love you."
turned her face away, flustered. "I know. Otherwise I wouldn't let you..."
Jacob palmed her breast, marveling at its perfect weight.
arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping.
The factory walls held their secrets tight.
"Come on, just keep it. It's non-returnable, okay?" Jacob Kemnis gave her those puppy-dog eyes, and felt her resolve crumbling, heat creeping up her neck. "Jacob, be serious—how am I supposed to wear something like this? It's ridiculous."
"Who's gonna see it under your clothes?" He leaned in, voice dropping to that persuasive rumble. "And hey, if not now... when? This might be your only shot."
bit her lip. He'd already bought the damn thing, and it wasn't like she could shove it back in his face. At thirty-five, she knew the truth—this might genuinely be her last chance to feel this kind of reckless indulgence. And since nobody would know... Wasting something so expensive would be a sin.
"Fine," she muttered, cheeks flaming. "But I swear to God, if you do this again—"
"Got it. You're the best, wifey!" Jacob lit up like Christmas morning, planting a smacking kiss on her cheek.
"Stop calling me that!" swatted at him, but her traitorous pulse kicked up at the nickname.
"Aw, but I like it. Let me? Please?" He gave her that look—all hopeful desperation, like a kid begging for ice cream.
exhaled. The man had just blown two hundred bucks on her. What was one little concession? "...Only in private," she whispered, ducking her head.
"Deal!" Jacob crowed. "You're the best, wifey!"
rolled her eyes, but a giddy shiver ran down her spine. At her age, being called "wifey" by a guy younger than her son? It shouldn't thrill her this much.
"Now you gotta call me hubby," he pressed, grinning.
"In your dreams!" She smacked his chest, face burning.
"Come on, we're way past that. Just once? Please, wifey?"
groaned. Fine. If it shut him up...
"...Hubby," she mumbled, then immediately buried her face in her hands.
Jacob yanked her into a bear hug. "Wifey, I'm crazy about you."
"Jacob! The door's wide open!" She shoved him off, shooting a panicked glance toward the factory entrance.
"Let me fix that." He waggled his eyebrows. "Then we can... get reacquainted."
Between the scandalous lingerie and those shameless pet names, 's nerves were fried—and God help her, she was turned on. Cheeks scorching, she gave the tiniest nod.
Jacob bolted the door and was back in a flash, hands already reaching for her. "Let me?"
"I've been undressing myself for thirty-five years," she huffed.
"Humor me."
"You're insufferable."
She wore a prim floral blouse and sensible slacks—nothing special, but Jacob treated each button like a treasure. His knuckles grazed the curve of her breasts as he worked, and 's breath hitched.
Soon the blouse pooled at her feet, leaving only her bra. Her skin was porcelain-smooth, shoulders delicate, the swell of her cleavage enough to make a saint sweat. Jacob's gaze turned predatory as he knelt to peel off her slacks.
Her thighs were a revelation—long, toned, flushed pink with anticipation. And the damp patch on her panties? Yeah, he noticed.
"Wifey," he teased, tracing the wetness, "someone's excited."
covered her face. "You're unbearable! Let me—"
With practiced ease, she unhooked her bra. Full breasts spilled free, dark nipples pebbled against pale skin. Jacob's mouth went dry.
Her panties followed, revealing neatly trimmed curls. His fingers skimmed lower, brushing her slick folds.
gasped.
He hauled her close, cradling her face. At thirty-five, she was all confidence and curves—lush lips, flawless skin, the kind of presence that made his chest ache.
"Why're you staring? I'm practically ancient," she teased, tweaking his ear.
"You're gorgeous. Can't help it."
She pinched harder. "Brat. Maybe I'll ignore you."
"Ow! Easy, wifey!"
Before she could retaliate, Jacob flipped her onto the factory floor, sealing his mouth over hers. His tongue plunged deep, stealing her breath.
"Mmph—Jacob! Not so rough!" She smacked his shoulder.
He grinned against her lips. "The rougher I am, the more I love you."
turned her face away, flustered. "I know. Otherwise I wouldn't let you..."
Jacob palmed her breast, marveling at its perfect weight.
arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping.
The factory walls held their secrets tight.
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