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Claire headed downstairs with her hair wrapped in a towel atop her head. The house was silent. The light, wood floor was clean. Claire walked to the right of the stairs and went into the living room. As she walked past the back of the couch, she looked ahead into the kitchen. Her mother sat at the breakfast bar, sipping a cup of espresso as she read the newspaper.
Since she’d gotten home from her vacation, there had been a change in her personality. She’d become stronger, more vocal, but she’d also become more attuned to Claire’s life.
Not only was she asserting herself more, but she was paying more attention. That made Claire’s life much harder. She had to sneak about, hide things, pretend she was doing normal things that other teenagers did. It was hard for her, of course. Not everyone chased after famous and impossibly rich architects and ruined their marriages. Still, Claire knew she needed to keep herself together in her mother’s presence. They’d already had several arguments and she didn’t want to have another one today.
As soon as Kate heard her daughter approaching, her dark-blue eyes glanced up, the espresso cup paused in front of her lips.
“Hey, mom,” Claire said, walking into the kitchen with a little hop in her step.
Kate didn’t say anything. She kept her arm frozen in place, her steaming coffee waiting to be ingested. Her eyes followed Claire’s movements through the kitchen.
Claire could feel those eyes staring at her, following her. She tried to remain as calm as possible, hoping her mother hadn’t figured out what was going on.
Don’t kid yourself, Claire thought, she knows—she isn’t stupid.
Claire looked over her shoulder as she opened the fridge. Her mother was still staring at her, frowning. Claire reached for the carton of milk as a knot formed in her stomach.
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Author’s Note
What did Claire’s mom do on vacation that boosted her confidence so much? Is it possible that she flew away to some exotic island where she had not one, not two, not three, butfouryoung men to take care of her every need? Find out in my bookExplicit Demands.
Chapter nine
Awaken the beast
Thesoundofwatertrickling could be heard behind the door. Lorelei adjusted her clothes as she waited, feeling her stomach tighten and release, over and over. Her nerves were threatening to engulf her whole body until she was a shivering mess on the floor. She wasn’t going to let it get to that stage though. Lorelei wanted to do this for her husband—needed to. In her head, all she could imagine was him rushing out of the shower and ravaging her with his mouth. The mental images sent shivers down her spine. The way his muscles would bulge and ripple as he stormed over her, took her body in his grasp, and threw her down onto the bed.
Lorelei looked down at herself. She was wearing a pleated, short skirt with thigh-high, white socks. She knew she looked a little ridiculous. Her school years were long behind her, there was no doubt about that, and dressing like a schoolgirl wasn’t going to do any favors for her. But Vince clearly liked it.
She tugged at the hem of her white shirt, making sure there were no wrinkles in the fabric, and adjusted her ankles so they were pressed tightly together. She tilted her back, curving it so her ass protruded out, making it look bigger.
The longer she waited, the worse her fright became. Her stomach tied itself up into knots as she imagined all of Vince’s possible reactions. Not only was she surprising him, but she was doing something they’d never done before. Would he go for it? Would he laugh?
Lorelei knew Vince loved her more than anything else—that’s why he was so hesitant to do this with Claire, for fear of damaging their relationship—but that knowledge didn’t stop her thoughts from racing.
When the water stopped, Lorelei’s ears perked up. She watched the bathroom door intently. The sound of Vince’s wet feet slapping against the tile could be heard through the door, as well as the ruffling of his towel as he dried himself. Saliva rushed into her mouth as she thought about Vince drying himself. The way his naked body would move and glisten under the light sheen of water, the way his muscles would bulge and flex. Lorelei could barely contain herself. Her knees knocked together and her palms became sweaty. She switched poses, thinking she wasn’t looking sexy enough for him, worrying about his reaction.
When the door swung open, Vince was completely naked. His schlong swayed as he walked, bouncing between his thighs. Lorelei couldn’t help but stare.
A sharp, short laugh broke her out of her daze. She looked up to see Vince paused in the middle of the room, looking her up and down. He was laughing at her. She could feel the knife of his humor stabbing into her, tearing her heart into pieces. The smile on her lips faded as she looked up at him.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, the hurt clear in her voice.
Vince smiled warmly. “Aren’t you cute?”
Lorelei felt like she’d been slapped. Cute? She wasn’t trying to be cute; she was trying to be sexy, like Claire.
“Why’d you dress up like this?” Vince asked, turning his back to her as he moved toward their walk-in closet.
“To turn you on,” Lorelei admitted. “Why else?”
Vince looked over his shoulder at her, frowning deeply. “To turn me on?” the words came out of his mouth in a mocking tone.
How had Lorelei gotten this so wrong? Did he not find Claire sexy after all?
“Yes,” Lorelei said. “It’s clear you find these clothes attractive.”
