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CHAPTER TWENTY
Jay
Making love to Simmi is an experience altogether otherworldly. It’s potent, and electrifying. Like standing at the peak of the highest mountain daring the thunder to consume me.
My fingers couldn’t touch her enough nor my mouth taste her. I wasn’t here to ride the thrill of a short climax either. Gripping her flesh. Hearing her moan. Having her writhe and arch against me was so powerful, I wished it would never end.
Simmi grips my shoulders. Her coffee and caramel gaze burns into mine like twin suns. Her mouth pulls that way it does when she’s at the top of her game as she flips me onto my back and straddles me. She is an Amazon. A goddess of carnal natural beauty. I want to own her but need her to own me in return.
Her rhythm has my cock throbbing as her walls clench and relax. I lose track of time, myself, everything. Her thighs’ grip tightens, and her hands stop kneading as she arches back, laying them on my shins and then I feel her come. She throws her head back, and we explode in unison.
Simmi crumples into a satiated bundle beside me. Using an index finger, I push her wayward curls away so I can see her face. Her eyelids flutter and her cupid-shaped mouth puckers.
“You rock my world,” she whispers, then snuggles into me.
If only she knew…
It takes a moment before I realize what she’s done. Even in my days as a married man, Cheryl would hop straight out of bed after our brief encounter and shower before she’d come back and lay a pillow between us. I’d accepted her as not being the cuddly sort.
But now, as Simmi curls into my side, draping her limbs across me, I experience a revelation of how intimate sex can be. It’s as if she’d walked into the deepest darkest recess of who I am, found the real me, and dragged him into the light.
She’s shown me that I enjoy a hot fuck, not to mention trying new things like a bit of bondage. But today... Our slow, sensual way of coming together is erotic and mind blowing. And even more so, I reckon I like cuddling.
Holding on to this revelation, I wrap my arms around Simmi and drift off to sleep. Is it possible she’s finally let down her guard with me by asking me to make love to her? Why else would she? I allow myself to believe my answer as I drift off to sleep.
***
The whirr and whizz of a phone pulls me from my sleep. I reach out a hand and fumble around on my side table until my fingers find the blasted thing. Forcing open my eyes, I wait for them to focus on the screen. I don’t recognize the number. It’s probably one of those scam callers. Tapping the screen, I drop it on the bed beside me and lean my face into Simmi’s mop of curls.
The phone buzzes again. Carefully, I extricate myself from Simmi, whose arm and leg is draped over me like a silk sheet. My skin mourns the loss of her touch. But I comfort my erection that I’ll re-join my queen just as soon as I’ve dealt with the asshole on the phone.
“Jason.” My ex-mom in law’s nasal high-pitched squeal is unmistakable.
“Marie?” I press my thumb and forefinger on my eyelids and swallow the sigh threatening to tell her I don’t want to talk to her.
“I know I’m the last person you want to speak to, but I need your help.”
A wave of panic floods my system. “Is it Cheryl?” I get up and walk into the bathroom.
I glance over my shoulder. Simmi’s still asleep.
“Ja. We haven’t heard from her in days. We’re worried. She’s vanished.”
“I’m sorry. But…”
“Listen, the last thing the private eye could trace was her entering a travel store.” The woman’s pitch rose an octave with every syllable.
Relief replaced the panic.
“She’s obviously taken herself off to some exotic location. You know how much she enjoys the Seychelles.” A bubble of anger and frustration makes itself known.
Couldn’t she have just signed the fucking divorce papers before she pulled the disappearing act?
“The travel agent won’t tell us where she’s gone.”
Marie wails and my concern turns to irritation.
“She’s no longer my concern. But when she shows up, have her sign the damn papers,” I say, my anger obvious.
