Page 54 of The Bad Husband

“Stop thinking about her. She’s not part of the story.”

I make a dismissive gesture at his yet another flimsy answer.

“That’s what every cheating man says.”

I attempt to lower my hand and pick up my top.

He stops me, and I’m forced to straighten, almost brushing his groin with my lips.

“What are you looking? If it’s not a boyfriend…”

“ Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I want a sweet man who doesn’t play games with me and wants to have wild sex with me over the summer.”

He looks at me seriously as if he’s tasked to solve a puzzle before he breathes a chuckle.

“You don’t want that.”

“Why?”

“Because sweet men don’t have sex like that.”

“How do they have sex?”

“They talk about their feelings first. And they’re more afraid of life than you are. Once you get in bed with them, they finish before you get started.”

“That’s not true,” I say, laughing.

He flashes a smile.

“You’re pulling my leg,” I say.

“How many sweet men have you known in your life?”

“My father was one,” he argues, which gives me pause.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Well, you should.”

“How come you've turned out this way?”

He bites his lip, and I stare at his mouth while he slowly strokes my cheek with his fingers.

“You don’t know how I am, Lila Skye.”

“I’ve seen enough to get an idea of how you are.”

He lowers his mouth to my ear again and murmurs. “There are so many things you don’t know about me.”

His words make me shiver.

I hold my breath while he moves his lips dangerously close to my mouth.

“Let me play with you for a while. And stop looking for a boyfriend for the summer unless you want to face the consequences of your actions,” he says with humor, although something tells me he is more than willing to make my life and that man’s life a living hell.