Page 97 of The Bad Husband

“My schedule is fluid, as you may as well know,” he says, taking pleasure in how nicely I arch my spine and rock my hips against his touch. “Where were you?”

His voice is comforting and misleading as he presses himself into me and grinds his hard cock against my lower back.

“I went out with my friend.”

“Out? What did I say about going out?”

I laugh at the chiding in his voice.

“You said many things, but you weren’t here. Besides, I didn’t sleep with anyone. Did you?”

He laughs, amused.

“I’m asking the questions.”

“How convenient.”

“So tell me…” he murmurs. “Have you been a bad girl all this time?”

He plays with my pussy, his hard length throbbing against my back. I feel it through his pants.

“Define bad girl.”

“Talked to someone else?”

“I talked to someone else.”

“Who was he?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Lila Skye?”

“Damon?”

He kneads my bare breasts while stroking my clit.

“You want to know that truth?”

“Always,” he says.

“I thought about you and what you said to me when you left.”

He suddenly stops and takes his hands away from me before nudging me to turn to him.

His hand slides onto the refrigerator as he leans forward, his eyes moving through me like fire.

“You thought it was a pickup line?” he asks.

“It crossed my mind.”

A secret grin arches his lips.

“Life can be weird sometimes. You never know where it can take you. That’s why I said what I said. You read too much into it.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Good. I’m glad we’ve clarified that,” he says, his eyes sliding down at my bare chest and my dress as it’s barely clinging to my hips. “Drop to your knees. I want your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”