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“I’ll have a vodka soda, please. Lime and light ice.”
Warm fingers graze the visible skin along my mid back. “Put it on my tab, Krista. Thanks. And I’ll take my usual.”
“Coming right up, Mr. Reynolds.” She starts mixing drinks and loses my attention.
I turn a bit more on my seat, bringing my exposed right thigh into the open. He doesn’t miss the move. I wonder who else can see us. Knowing my husband is out there somewhere, watching, revs me up even more. I nearly jump when a warm palm settles beneath my thigh and his thumb skates along the outside.
“I’m Evan.”
“Ally.” My breath hitches when his fingers press inward.
If I wasn’t wet before, I am now.
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Otto
As my wife of twelve years flirts openly with another man, I watch. And I wait. My muscles burn with desperation for action. The need grows inside of me to approach the two of them and reclaim what’s mine. Rather than embarrass us both, I recline in the comfortable black leather couch, clutch my glass of whiskey, and toss it back. The burn brings with it a clarity that reminds me of why we’re here.
I can’t help zeroing in on his hand on Ally’s thigh. The way his tan looks startling against her milky coloring. The thought comes swift of that same hand drifting to other places on her naked flesh. The way she squirms a little as he caresses her skin.
She must be wet.
I imagine her scent, recalling the memories of time spent between her thighs worshipping my wife. Too many to possibly count.
After what feels like an eternity of watching them flirt, but in reality has only been a handful of minutes, I pick up my phone and send her the second text of the evening.
Are you going to kiss him?
I don’t expect a response. That’s not how this little game works.
Thirty seconds later she’s tipping her head, most likely creating an excuse to check her phone without being rude.
He nods, and she opens her wristlet to view my message. She tucks her cell back inside and scans the crowd around her. It’s too bad she’ll never see me in the dark alcove I’ve chosen. This spot is perfect for seeing her beneath the pendant lights above the bar, but the darkness around me cloaks me from her view. I hope she feels me watching.
A few more words are exchanged between the lustful partners. He touches a loose strand of hair at her cheek. She covers his hand with hers while gazing into his eyes. Another second passes, and then…
She does it.
Her other hand reaches around his neck and tugs him closer. She tilts up as he leans down, meeting delicately in the middle in what appears to be a lust-filled kiss. He clinches her around the back and nearly drags her from the stool as he pulls her body tighter to his own.
Possession.
A flare of jealousy spikes fast in my gut, prompting me to toss back more booze. As much as I want to smash this glass in my hand and storm over there, I can’t.
The look on her face, a flush of passion and pleasure, expresses how okay she is with this. I’m acquainted with that look quite intimately. Not only is tonight playing out exactly as it should, but my dick is hard as steel while I watch.
Ally slides off her stool and takes his hand, tugging him lower so she can speak into his ear. I can only assume she’s asking to go somewhere more private. My little minx is as anxious to move this night along as I am. His big body, encased in a suit more expensive than my mortgage, blocks my view and indulges her with another lingering kiss. He fixes his grip on her delicate hand and pulls her on a straight trajectory through the mass of people dancing the night away. Before I lose sight of them, I take my cue and stalk through the dark perimeter in the direction they left.
I spot them weaving around the crowd toward a wide hallway on the left side of the room. From my introduction to this club, I know it leads to private rooms. A hefty price of membership and a swipe card are required to access this level. Fortunately for me, I’ve been hooked up with a card of my own for this special occasion.
I wait in the darkness as he swipes his own card and gestures for her to enter before him. Ally gives a last fleeting glance to the open club behind her before she sashays her sweet little ass through the door. I hope she was looking for me. I hope she hasn’t forgotten that I’m here in the shadows. I hope her blood thunders as hard as mine pulses in my dick at what is to come. Or rather, who, when, where, and how hard.
Her. Me. Soon.
And very fucking hard, if I have any say.
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