Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
We teased and flirted each other; I even giggled a time or two. And when he called less than three hours later, I knew that I had made the right choice.
That night, I gave the staff the rest of the evening off and spent a few hours in the kitchen cooking his favorite meal myself. I took care with my hair and makeup and chose something short and black for dinner. The table was set with candles and the flowers he’d sent me after his first call.
A large bouquet of all of my favorites with a heartfelt note of thanks for last night that I had stashed away upstairs. It had been years since I met my husband at the door. Years since, he wrapped his arms around me right there and kissed me.
Though we didn’t have close neighbors, there was always a hint of excitement when he did things like this out in the open. “Umm, you smell amazing.” He had his face buried in my neck as he wrapped his arms around me and kicked the door closed behind him.
“Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around him, one around his shoulders and the other holding his head in place as he walked me backward inside before turning to press me back against the wall.
“You said you gave them the night off, right? We’re alone?”
“Yes!” His big hands pushed the skirt of my dress up around my hips, exposing the fact that I was naked under it. I almost came immediately when he cupped my heat, and my limbs trembled when the backs of his fingers rubbed against my inflamed flesh as he struggled with his zipper.
He was big and hard and rough when he slammed into me, and I screamed out at the sweet pleasure pain. I didn’t care that the wall was cold at my back or that the leather of his belt chafed against my skin as he pounded into me.
I reveled in his roughness, in the way he growled at my air as I tightened my flesh around him. We were both out of control, tearing at each other’s clothes and flesh with nails and teeth, and I came hard and fast when he bit into the flesh of my neck.
I did a lap of victory in my head when he came and cursed because it was way before he was ready. I know he does that when he’s overly excited. When was the last time I did that to him? It was too long to remember.
We sat down to dinner an hour later, ravenous, sweaty, and happy, and when he pulled me over to him, lifted me onto the table in front of him, and said, “Time for dessert,” I pushed the dishes away from behind me and laid back, letting my legs fall open to his eyes and his tongue.
“Oh, that’s so good.” I played my fingers through his hair as he ate me out, his teeth ever so often scraping along my clit. When he’d brought me off twice in his mouth, he got to his feet and drove into me. I smiled up at him and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into me.
Alas, life is not all sex and laughs; the real world has its time and place. For the next few weeks, things carried on pretty much the same way. I was gathering more and more information, not only on Jessica, which was her name but on her family and friends.
I had the social media handles for all those closest to her. I knew her school record, her place at my husband’s company, and her sexual history, down to her last partner before she moved to town. In short, I had at my fingertips anything and everything there was to know about her.
My husband Mark never had a clue about any of this. I had taken the time to let the staff go back to their quarters on the other side of the property earlier so that he and I could play house. We had sex in every room except the kids’ rooms. Drank wine almost every night and fucked like bunnies until the wee hours of the morning.
If there was one thing I knew, it was that he hadn’t had the time or the energy to be with anyone else. Unless he was using five minutes of his lunch break to fuck her, which was too bad for her. Because I was getting hours and hours of loving.
It wasn’t just the sex either. It’s the way he leans over in the morning to nuzzle me awake before kissing me goodbye. Yesterday I had even talked him out of his clothes and let him fuck me with his shoes on in my bed before getting dressed with my scent on him when we were done and hurrying out the door.