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Common sense should dampen my excitement, but oddly it doesn’t.
Seeing her makes me an addict who thought he was free but just realized he will never be free. Seeing her means relapse.
“Hunter?” Susan calls me. “Would you like some scotch?”
I pick up the tumbler she gives me, and take a long generous drink. “Thanks for the party, Susan.”I want to leave you.The words burn at the tip of my tongue, but I bite it, like so many times in the past.
Realization dawns on me, like a heavy weight on my chest and shoulders. Now it’s different. Something inside burns through me, a certainty that I can no longer live a lie. Despite Britney’s existence, my marriage is over. I can’t keep fooling myself.
I’ll wait until the end of the party. There’s no right moment to break her heart, or perhaps just wound her pride. She loves the life we’ve built together, but even I know she doesn’t love me anymore. She’s just slow to come to terms with reality sometimes.
“I thought it’d cheer you up. You’ve been so quiet the past few weeks.”
“I’m sorry. You deserve better. You’re a good woman, Susan, and I hope you know that whatever happens—”
She erases the distance between us, and puts her finger on my lips. “Shhh. Don’t say anything. Just enjoy the party.”
I clear my throat, and before I can speak again, she dashes to greet guests.
I run my fingers down my face, worried. How complicated will it be for her to understand?
“Hunter.”
I hear the voice behind me, belonging to a female who rattles me in a completely different way. I turn around, slowly, and every part of my being throbs with awareness. By the time my eyes meet hers, my gut clenches. My heart stops.
She’s beautiful, and I age in reverse, going back to my teens when girls made me nervous and jittery. “Hi,” I say, my voice already gravelly.
She offers a small smile. “I’m sorry I’m here. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay. It’s good to see you.”
My gaze catalogs her from top to bottom. Yes… it’s so fucking good to see her. To see how her breasts stretch her shirt, the curve of her hips in her jeans, and her long slim legs… my pulse skyrockets. Legs that I wrapped around me when I fucked her hard.
“Good to see you too,” she says, her voice throaty and intimate. Her voice makes me stare in her eyes again, and an unspoken agreement passes between us. She bites her lower lip, and desire flickers in her eyes.
A part of me reminds me I need to talk to her in private. After all, I ghosted her after we had sex. I was an asshole, and I should apologize. I glance around us, making sure no one will pay attention to us exiting the kitchen for a moment. The guests seem to be in their own bubble, drinking and laughing.
I touch her elbow and usher her to the garage.
In silence, I open the door and close it behind us.
She launches herself to me, circling her hands around my neck, and I gasp, mystified. I look down at her with the intent to set her straight. To apologize so there won’t be any bad blood between us.
But she has other plans, as she looks at me with her bedroom eyes and says, “I’ve missed, you, Daddy.”
“Daddy” sets my mind ablaze.
My blood pumps hot and thick, and she unlocks this primitive beast inside of me—just like she did when we went to the cheap motel. I cup her chin and kiss her with all the raw emotions tormenting me inside. She quickly reciprocates, putting her hot, pink tongue to work, matching my urgency stroke for stroke.
I turn her around, and put her hands on my workbench. She undulates her ass, throwing it against my hips, and my cock grows painfully large inside my pants. I fumble with her zipper, opening it, then pull down her jeans and G-string, and putting her bare ass on display.
God, I’ve missed that ass… and everything else it’s attached to. I’ve missed her.
I slide my hands down her body and she squirms, rubbing her ass on the fabric of my pants. She moans, a low sound that set my bloodstream on fire.
“Daddy missed you too,” I whisper, my breath fanning her earlobe. I feel her shudder in my arms, and a low growl rolls up my throat. I know I can’t take my time right now, just as I know this can’t, won’t be the last time I’m with Britney.
Reaching to my waistline, I unbuckle my belt, then undo my zipper. I make quick work of pushing down my pants and underwear. Shallow breaths come in and out of me, and I cup her ass, then glide my hand to her pussy.
