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I laugh out loud again. I grab my wine glass and say, “I never thought I’d say this but…” I lift the glass up for a toast. “…to cheating husbands.”

He smiles and clinks his glass to mine. We take a sip and then he says, “You might think that toast is premature but it’s not.”

I put my wine glass down and say, “I’ll be the judge of that.” A moment later, a morsel of lamb is in my mouth and he can tell by my expression how blown away I am.

“Wow,” I say. “Just… wow.”

He smiles and says, “You know, you’re beautiful when…”

“When what?”

“I just realized you’re beautiful all the time,” he says. I feel myself blush and I’m nervous I might start giggling like a crazy person so I quickly stuff some more lamb in my mouth. Yeah. I’m definitely falling for this guy.

But the secret is there. I can’t deny it.

Dinner is beyond incredible.

And that secret plagues me.

Even though I know it’s just to stop the way my mind whirls, the moment I can, I lead him to the bedroom. Maybe I’m still affected by watching him fight the fire last night. Maybe this is my way of convincing myself that he and I are too close to keep secrets from each other. Maybe this is my way of making that part of his life smaller so I can believe that even if he is keeping a secret, that secret can’t possibly matter more than what we have.

In any case, sex today starts out like the night before, sensual and passionate but lacking the fire of our earlier couplings. We kiss and hold each other close as he thrusts into me and I feel my orgasm building deep inside me as he nuzzles my neck and pushes deep.

I cry out and grip him tightly with my arms and legs when I cum and as I shudder underneath him, he whispers in my ear, “Yes, baby.”

Baby.

His baby.

It’s a term of endearment that’s been around since at least the eighteenth century. There’s nothing wrong with him calling me that. In fact, it’s something I’ve wanted to hear him say for a while now.

Hearing it now, though fills me with anger.

He calls me baby but keeps secrets from me.

He acts like he cares for me but lies to my face.

He’s hiding something. He and all of his friends are hiding something and here I am letting him fuck me like I’m his girlfriend.

I flip over suddenly so I’m on top and he’s underneath. He looks at me with surprise and that surprise turns to pleasure when I begin bouncing feverishly up and down on his cock.

“Yeah? You like that?” I say aggressively. “Come on, cum for me. Big strong fireman.”

He looks at me with something akin to fear and that look fuels me so I go crazy on top of him, bouncing and grinding and talking dirty the entire time. When I feel his balls retract upwards and hear his breathing change, I take him deep and squeeze hard while I grind on him.

“What’s the matter?” I challenge. “Can’t take it? Too much for you? Is the big strong fireman gonna cum in his baby?”

He cries out and begins pulsing hard in me while his body shudders and jerks underneath me. It’s the hardest I’ve ever felt him cum and the power I feel as I drive him to ecstasy brings me to a shuddering orgasm of my own.

“Jesus, Tabitha,” he moans when he’s finished.

My body is still shaking from my own climax but I suddenly don’t want to be on top of him anymore. I stand quickly and head for the restroom to shower, ignoring the surprised look on his face.

“Clean yourself up,” I call over my shoulder. “You’ve made a mess.”

CHAPTER TEN

Rory

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