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He smiled wider, his eyes glittering. “We both know you offered your wife to me because you wanted me for yourself. You laid her at my feet like an offering to your god.”
“You’re delusional.”
“It would only be a delusion if your cock wasn’t so hard.”
I ignored the compulsion to glance down at my cock. I’d been hoping it wasn’t obvious enough for him to notice, but it was unfortunately true. As soon as I had looked up to discover he was the person standing in my office, it had been a lost cause. My body remembered the feeling of having him deep inside my ass—the hard bar of him, the firm, sure stroke of his hand on my aching cock. The feel of being at his mercy.
Why had I enjoyed it? Why did the memory of it keep me up at night, stroking my cock?
“So, you came all the way here hoping to take advantage of me again?” My voice was unsteady.
“Are you trying to say you weren’t willing the last time? Shall we watch the video and see?”
My breath caught. “There’s video?” I croaked.
He spread his hands, not confirming or denying it.
What might that video show? I remembered how mind blowing it had felt. Had I moaned like a slut for him? Had I begged to come?
“I’m only here to give you what you want, Valor.” His voice was a low, seductive caress deep in my defenseless mind. How could anyone keep that voice out of their head? He moved closer. “I’m what you get when you’re not careful what you wish for.”
He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, as though we were lovers. Were we lovers? He’d fucked me, but my arousal didn’t feel tender enough to use any derivative of love to describe it.
“She would’ve never agreed to sleep with another man if she hadn’t known how important it was for you to finally get some dick.”
I shook my head. “Just because I had a hotwife fantasy about sharing her with other men, doesn’t mean I wanted a man for myself.”
“No, of course not. You watched the action impassively, the way any straight man would watch pornography. You have no interest in looking at a naked man for your own gratification.”
He moved closer still, until we were toe to toe. Freshly showered and clean shaven, he smelled like the products I always bought. Had he used my shower?
Weird creepy fuck.
Why did the thought of him naked in my shower make my dick throb?
Should I throw him out of here?
Did I want to?
I should probably call Tarryn if I was going to…
What the fuck was going on?
I didn’t even like men.
We were breathing each other’s air. His evil scorched my lungs. His intoxicating scent mixed with hints of my soap, my aftershave.
Now, I understood what Tarryn had been saying—he’d shown up unexpectedly, walking into my office like he owned the place. No keys. No access cards. He was like an incubus who visited whenever he damned well pleased, like a figment of my overheated imagination.
He leaned closer, air trembling between us, as though the slightest move might spark an explosion. He darted out his tongue and licked from my bottom lip to my top, his lids partially lowered, sin incarnate.
“Did you stroke your cock while you watched me fuck your wife on the other side of the world?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I whispered, entranced.
“Have you been jerking that pretty prick of yours while fantasizing about having my dick buried deep in your ass again?”
Nervously, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, forgetting that he’d licked me until my tongue found the damp stripe he’d left there.
