Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Allegra gaped at me comically. “Who told you?”
Shoulders shaking with laughter, I turned to lean against the counter. “When are you going to realize that you can’t say shit like that in public here and have it not get around the entire village by the end of the day?”
“Seriously?”
I nodded, grinning. “So …?”
She threw her hands up, a faint flush of red on the crests of her cheeks. “Okay, so, Sadie … such a cool person and I can totally see why you went there. But her friend Ursula. Ugh. You should have heard what she said to me. I am not one of those catty women, getting into bitch fights. I avoided mean girls at school like the plague, but she was rude.” Allegra gestured dramatically. “Like, so rude.”
Annoyance cut through my amusement. I’d never liked Ursula. She was married and had come on to me multiple times behind her husband’s and Sadie’s backs.
Sadie was a different story. I’d first slept with her maybe a year after moving to Ardnoch. She was ten years older than me, a single mum, and she’d made it clear she didn’t mind a hookup. I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea, so I’d never gone back for thirds. We’d remained friends, though.
Then five years ago, on the night I met Allegra, I went home with Sadie. I’d done it to prove to myself I just needed to get laid, that whatever spark I felt with Allegra was nothing but lust. All I’d proven was that I was an arsehole for using one woman to forget another. I never slept with Sadie again, and she was cool with it. Ursula, however, had acted pissed ever since, like she somehow had anything to do with it. “What did she say?”
That Allegra wouldn’t meet my eyes was cause for concern. “Just what I already knew. That you’d been around. I didn’t … I didn’t know you were interested in Regan and Eredine, though.”
Fucking Ursula. This fucking village. I huffed. “I flirted with them. Years and years ago, before either of them got with their husbands. What the hell is Urs doing bringing that shit up?”
She finally met my eyes and some of the tension drained out of me at the warmth in them. “She … she’s jealous. Of me. Maybe even of Sadie.”
I grimaced. “Aye, she might have made her interest in me clear in the past. But I don’t sleep with married women, and even if she weren’t married, I wouldn’t touch Ursula if my life depended on it. She’s always been one of these people who covets what others have and is really fucking angry about everything.”
“Well, maybe she took your rejection out on me because she certainly wanted to bring me down a peg. Apparently, you only married me for my money.” She smirked, but I noted a hint of uncertainty there.
Fuck.
Fucking Ursula.
Reaching out, I took hold of Allegra by the waist and pulled her into me until her palms rested on my chest. “But I stayed married to you because the alternative sounds like the shittiest fucking fate I can think of.”
Her expression softened, her whole body relaxing into me. How did she not know that by now? “Yeah, I made sure she knew she was wrong.”
“And that sex with me is mind-blowing.”
“Actually that sex with me is mind-blowing,” she teased. “Are you saying it isn’t?”
Desire throbbed hot and thick between us in an instant. “Of course it is. Best sex of my life. I can’t get enough.” I’d never needed a woman the way I needed Allegra, and I knew, just like I’d learned the night we met, that no one could be a substitute. It was her or it was nobody.
Allegra’s hands slipped beneath my shirt, smoothing up my stomach with intent.
I groaned, my dick hardening against her. “I … I need to shower.”
“Don’t.” One hand slipped downward, pushing past my jeans. “I want you like this.”
I grunted as she rubbed me through my boxers. “Fuck … I’m sweaty.”
“I know.” She leaned on her tiptoes to lick my neck. “I want you just like this.”
My hands slipped down her waist, slowly tugging up the hem of her dress so I could slip inside her knickers and cup her bare arse. Her breath shook against my throat. “You sure?” I kneaded her arse, pressing her against my erection.
“We can shower afterward.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper.
My wife barely had to do anything to turn me into a sex-crazed teenager. It would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so exciting and utterly satisfying. I gripped her arse in my hands and hauled her up my body as I stumbled toward the wall. Allegra hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist just as her back met the space between the doorway and the kitchen cupboards.