QUOTE : Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I got in her face and asked again, “We could what, Olive? What do you want from me?” She lifted her eyes and met my gaze. “I want you.” “You got me.” “Did I?” she asked, tilting her head. I nipped her lips and she squealed. “Does my wife want her husband to fuck her? Is that what you are trying to ask?” Her gaze softened and she placed a hand over my cheek. “Can he?” “Oh, baby,” I murmured, breathing in her unique scent. “You want to be properly fucked, don’t you?