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He chuckles, picking up his fork. “Yeah, okay. Next time I’m going to record you.”
“Whatever.” I laugh. “You do that.” I take a seat across from him. Lower my head, then say grace. But what I should be asking is, for God to have mercy on my horny soul.
“So how was Caracas?”
He chews a forkful of eggs, then swallows. “Very expensive. And flooded with robberies and murders. So we didn’t get a chance to do much sightseeing on our own.”
“That’s a shame.” I reach over and lift a piece of bacon from off his plate, biting into it.
He takes another sip of his coffee. “Curaçao, however, was peaceful. Got a chance to get out and tour the country a bit. I’d like to go back with you. It’s a beautiful country. Besides, we’re overdue for a vacation.” He looks at me; his eyes filled with love and passion. And his heated gaze sends me skidding deeper into emotional turmoil. How can I love this man with everything in me, yet cheat on him—with our son’s best friend, no less? How can I sit here—pussy pulsing and needy—looking in Sebastian’s face and have the image of Kyree’s hard dick still stained into my brain?
God knows Sebastian doesn’t deserve my indiscretions. But when I’m with Kyree I feel powerful surges of excitement. And, frankly, I can’t get enough of him.
Ping. There’s another text message. Instantly, my walls clench at the thought of it being another naughty text from Kyree. Or maybe another snapshot of his cock.
I ignore the burning urge to look at the screen.
My stomach roils as Sebastian reaches over and gently strokes my hand. “It’s been a long time since we’ve made love on a secluded beach.”
I smile, taking my husband in. He’s still as handsome as he was the day I fell in love with him. Aside from his graying edges and the sprinkles of gray in his goatee, he still has a youthful appearance. And he is still very much desirable. He just doesn’t excite me with the same intensity as he once did.
God, I feel so horrible for saying that, let alone for feeling it. But I wo
uld never, ever, tell him this. Or make him feel any less loved or wanted. Loving Sebastian has always been easy. He’s easygoing and has made being married to him uncomplicated. No drama. No disrespect. No second-guessing. He’s always upfront, honest, and true to his words. And he’s provided me with a wonderful lifestyle. And he’s been a loving husband and father. Always.
Still…
Kyree—with all of his college boy charm and sexiness—has robbed me of the will to resist him. Having my panties and my control snatched away so quickly by him is as exhilarating as it is unsettling.
Damn him.
My mind wanders back to yesterday. Him tied to the bed. Me between his legs. And how he groaned long and low as I moaned against his balls, my tongue swathing against the ridges before sucking one into my mouth, followed by the other until I had them soaked. I swallow, remembering the way my mouth felt against his chest, trailing wet kisses toward each nipple. How I pinched both nipples. Hard. Harder. Tightening down on the chocolate peaks, causing his rock-hard abs to contract as he groaned out in pleasure. He’d been helpless to me as I’ve been to him. And I savored it.
Oh, God.
Shaking salacious thoughts of my sweaty, sex-filled romp with Kyree from my mind, I lean in and kiss Sebastian on the lips. “Yes, we are,” I say rising to my feet, while removing the dishes from the table. “Say the word. And I’m packed.”
He pats my ass. “You know what time it is when I get home tonight, don’t you?”
Yes. Fifteen minutes of passionate sex. “You should have taken what you needed early this morning,” I say teasingly. Although I’m glad you didn’t.
My cell phone pings again for another incoming text. This time I pull it out of my pocket and glance at it as MESSAGING lights up on the screen. I don’t punch in my passcode, though, to retrieve the message.
Sebastian rises and walks up behind me at the sink. “You know, baby,” he slides an arm around my waist, kissing me on the neck, “it would have been great waking up to you all over me.”
“I know,” I say softly.
His hands slide over my breasts, where they stay. He cups them. “Your husband’s been away for almost two weeks. You should have missed him.” He presses his dick into my lower back. “And this.”
I swallow. “Mmm. I do. I did.”
Guilt creeps up into the pit of my stomach as I grip my cell in my hand. Maybe he’s right. I should have pounced on him. Should have wakened him to a wet mouth full of his cock. Should have had my cunt hovering over his face as an early morning breakfast treat. I should be sex-starved and eager to be ravished by him. But we all know why I’m not.
Kyree.
Damn him.
But that doesn’t mean I am still not turned on by my husband’s touch. Sebastian grinds himself into me; the length of his arousal presses into my lower back, thick and wanting. He pinches my nipples and I hear myself let out a moan. Then somehow—I don’t know, it happens so fast—I am spun around, my back pressing up against the sink as he steps between my knees, and he gently kneads my breasts.
