“I'm trying to.But her lips are tight.”He smiled at me.“Tight but soft.”His eyebrow raised slightly, and he said, “Give me a proper kiss before I take your husband into town.Please, Francesca?”
Stefan walked up to us.“We're going into town?For what?”
Nick looked at him.“Your wife wants a few things.Personally, I think she's trying to get rid of you.”He and Nick both chuckled.“But first, I want a real kiss.”
Stefan set his hand on my back.“Kiss him, Chesca.It's okay.”Then Stefan leaned down and kissed me.“That's what we do.Just one kiss.”Stefan kissed me again.“It'll make me happy.And you like to make me happy, right?”
His words made me instantly wet.
Nick didn't give me time to answer.
Or to think.
He touched his lips to mine—
And I opened.
For him.
And for my husband.
Nick moaned when our tongues touched.
And my lower belly clenched.
Hard.
It was a nice, gentle kiss.
Nick didn't take it to the next level.Although this level seemed very inappropriate as it was.
Nick finished our kiss and smiled.“That was lovely.Thank you.”
Then he let go of me.“I'll pull the car up to the front,” he said, and walked out of the kitchen.
Stefan stepped up to where Nick had just been.His arms circled around me.“Did you like that?”he asked, his eyes dancing around my face.
“Kissing Nick?Or pleasing you?”
He laughed and gave me a devilish smirk.“Yes,” he answered.
I sighed and rolled my eyes at his teasing.But I had to admit—it was nice to see him out of his funk.And I guess if all it took was kissing Nick—it was a small price to pay.
Not that it was really any price at all.Kissing Nick had been—fun.
And naughty.
I didn't even feel guilty about Eve.After all—I knew exactly what Nick’s wife was doing behind his back.And it was a whole lot more than one open-mouthed kiss in the kitchen.
Besides—my—husband was right there watching.
“I'm serious.Did you enjoy kissing Nick?Did it excite you?”
My mouth dropped open, and I pushed against his chest.“You're rude.”
Very unsurprisingly, Stefan wasn't the least bit put off.
Nope.
