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“Nothing in this apartment is yours, Valor. You’re barely part of her life. Have you even visited?”
“She hasn’t lived in that apartment long,” Valor protested.
A year. It had been a year. To be fair, we’d both been busy.
I gasped and clung to Loïc’s shoulders. My mind was trying to follow the argument, but I could barely do that much, let alone interject.
Confused about what to do, I focused on my breathing, trying not to let myself get off. It wasn’t going to be the kind of polite orgasm I could do silently, and I didn’t want my husband to see another man make me scream.
Loïc buried his hand in my hair and gripped it close to my scalp, making me gasp with lust. My eyes lost focus as he held the phone at an angle so Valor could see what he was doing to me.
“How long has it been since he visited you, woman?” Loïc demanded.
“My schedule makes it easier for me to travel,” I gasped out. “That’s not a crime.”
“Maybe not, but it leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to a relationship.” He bounced me hard, making my tits jiggle. My breath caught as I teetered on the brink of orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” I babbled. “I thought you wanted this.”
“He’s been playing mind games. It’s not your fault.” Loïc gave Valor a wicked smile. “I wonder if her birth control is still working. Maybe I’ll pump her full of my seed and leave you with a little squalling memento of your poor decisions. Hell, maybe I’ll fuck her so good she’ll leave you for me.”
“Fuck you, Loïc. If I ever see you again, I’m going to beat the living shit out of you.”
Loïc snorted. He rolled his hips, and I tried to stifle a cry of pleasure, but Valor heard it anyway.
“She wants to stop, you bastard.”
Loïc laughed. “Her little pussy has a death grip on my cock, and she’s seconds away from creaming all over me.”
His hips—god, how did he move like that? Sparks of pleasure were blinding me,even with my eyes wide open.
“I need both hands here, Davenport. Listen or hang up—it’s all the same to me.” He set the phone down, and I reached for it, not sure what I would do if I caught hold of it. My body trembled with my impending release.
Loïc grabbed my vaguely questing hand and kissed my palm, running his lips over the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist, then bit down.
God, my orgasm was a breath away. I wanted to stop, but he felt too good—his attention felt too good, and if he left me this way…
But Valor. He wouldn't get over this. What would I do if he left me?
The man under me pulled me closer.
“Shh. Don’t think about him,” Loïc murmured in my ear, the feel of his breath making me shudder. He pulled back and stared into my eyes, his silvery gaze lustful. “Come on,ma jolie. You were so close. I want to feel your tight little pussy pulsing around my cock.” He wedged his thumb between us and found my clit, even as he held the back of my neck with his other hand. His gaze mesmerized me as he toggled my clit hood piercing. I whimpered loudly, wanting to stop, but never wanting to stop.
Damn it, was Valor still listening?
I opened my mouth to safeword, but all that came out was an embarrassing, high-pitched cry of pleasure. My hips instinctively followed his rhythm.
“Yesss. Show me what this pretty body can do.” His kisses were hot on my throat, peppered with nips and bites that made me burn. Slick skin slid against slick skin, wanting, needy. I writhed on his cock, and he groaned, gasping. I forgot I didn’t know how to be on top and did what my body demanded, as he encouraged me with his every touch and hisappreciative groan.
No, I shouldn’t be doing this, and yet, the feel of him touching me, the scalding kisses, the knowledge that this was Loïc and not Valor—that this was wrong and forbidden, and that I should stop…
Stop. Tarryn, you need to stop before you ruin your marriage.
But my body loved his, and he had lost control, his eyes glassy with need, his lips parted with lust. I fucked him like it was too late to stop.
It was.
He dropped his head back against the sofa and bared his teeth like he couldn’t bear the pleasure anymore, like he was going to come and was trying like hell to hold off. The tension inside me was almost unbearable—taut and quivering.
