dinner, and then Marly was really going to find herself in something A-W-K-W-A-R-D.
“Umm.” She cleared her throat, mortified when both pairs of eyes immediately landed on her. She focused on Marcus, pointed a thumb toward their bedroom. “I’ll be in our room.”
“That’s fine, hon. We’ll be there in ten.”
We’ll be there in ten?
We’ll be there in ten?
She was out of breath when she reached her room, slammed the door shut and leaned back against it. Lock the door. Yes, she’d lock the door. And then she’d try to get some sleep.
For a full five minutes, she fumed and paced the bedroom. For five more, she tossed and turned on the bed. And her eyes kept landing on the doorknob. She would pretend to be asleep until the gigolo went away.
Yes. She’d do that. She was an intelligent woman. She’d still be manager of a fashion retail store with three locations across the state of Texas if she hadn’t been so baby-minded recently.
Yes, she was smart. And she could do this.
Only a couple of minutes later, not even three, and she was sweating over the bed, and had to yank off her bathrobe. Jeez, what was it with her body? Blood boiled in her insides, her heart rammed inside her ribcage, and she was already breathless and eager for…her husband. And the gigolo.
She gasped when she heard a knock, Marcus’s concerned voice following. “Hon.
You there? The door’s locked.”
Damn.
Marly froze on the bed, her brain foggy with desire now, intent in replaying the scene of only just minutes ago. Two horny males, two rigid, pulsing cocks…and they’d both been inside her.
And they’d felt great!
All rational thoughts aside, her moves ruled mainly by the demands of her wanton body, she crossed the room and swung the door open. Then pretended to be serene.
“Hey.”
Marcus grinned. “Hey.” He strolled inside like he was in the park or something.
“Come on in, Jake.”
Marly’s knees felt wobbly as she walked back to the bed. For an instant, she stared at her wedding picture, fluted champagne glasses clinking before a grinning Marcus and a dopey-faced herself.
They’d been married for a year. And already a third-party was in her bedroom.
Naked. And she was sweating from the heat, her teeth again stretching painfully inside her mouth, causing her jaw to feel achy. She licked her lips, a fierce hunger opening up inside her like a bottomless pit.
“This here’s our bedroom,” Marcus was saying conversationally. Jake eyed the simple woodwork and the bold navy blue and cream palette with a nod, his eyes coming to rest on Marly.
“Nice bed,” he said politely. But he wasn’t looking at the bed. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts, and she noticed the firm tendons in his neck ripple as he swallowed.
A nervous swallow of her own soon followed.
“And this beauty here…” Marcus sat down on the bed beside her, a hand curling around her nape. “This is my wife, in case you don’t recall.”
Jake smiled at her, not a tender smile, more like a…seductive smile. A smile full of intent. And though Marly told herself she wouldn’t look down, her eyes did of their own free will, only to find a huge, straight, long cock staring back at her.
She tore her gaze away. “Marcus…really.” Heat crept up her neck and cheeks.
“No need to be embarrassed, honey. He sees naked women all the time, don’t you, Jake?”
“Yeah.”
“See?” His hand glided down to her breast, idly playing with her nipple. “He’s just here to help. He’s a nice guy. He’s a fan of the Rangers, too.”
In Marcus’s book, yes, that definitely made him a nice guy. No matter how many atrocities he might have committed. All fans of Rangers were buddies of Marcus.
“You ready yet, Marly?” Marcus whispered against her ear, his breath warming her down to her calves. “We’re both more than ready to please you again.”
She closed her eyes as those words echoed inside her body, and when she opened them
“Umm.” She cleared her throat, mortified when both pairs of eyes immediately landed on her. She focused on Marcus, pointed a thumb toward their bedroom. “I’ll be in our room.”
“That’s fine, hon. We’ll be there in ten.”
We’ll be there in ten?
We’ll be there in ten?
She was out of breath when she reached her room, slammed the door shut and leaned back against it. Lock the door. Yes, she’d lock the door. And then she’d try to get some sleep.
For a full five minutes, she fumed and paced the bedroom. For five more, she tossed and turned on the bed. And her eyes kept landing on the doorknob. She would pretend to be asleep until the gigolo went away.
Yes. She’d do that. She was an intelligent woman. She’d still be manager of a fashion retail store with three locations across the state of Texas if she hadn’t been so baby-minded recently.
Yes, she was smart. And she could do this.
Only a couple of minutes later, not even three, and she was sweating over the bed, and had to yank off her bathrobe. Jeez, what was it with her body? Blood boiled in her insides, her heart rammed inside her ribcage, and she was already breathless and eager for…her husband. And the gigolo.
She gasped when she heard a knock, Marcus’s concerned voice following. “Hon.
You there? The door’s locked.”
Damn.
Marly froze on the bed, her brain foggy with desire now, intent in replaying the scene of only just minutes ago. Two horny males, two rigid, pulsing cocks…and they’d both been inside her.
And they’d felt great!
All rational thoughts aside, her moves ruled mainly by the demands of her wanton body, she crossed the room and swung the door open. Then pretended to be serene.
“Hey.”
Marcus grinned. “Hey.” He strolled inside like he was in the park or something.
“Come on in, Jake.”
Marly’s knees felt wobbly as she walked back to the bed. For an instant, she stared at her wedding picture, fluted champagne glasses clinking before a grinning Marcus and a dopey-faced herself.
They’d been married for a year. And already a third-party was in her bedroom.
Naked. And she was sweating from the heat, her teeth again stretching painfully inside her mouth, causing her jaw to feel achy. She licked her lips, a fierce hunger opening up inside her like a bottomless pit.
“This here’s our bedroom,” Marcus was saying conversationally. Jake eyed the simple woodwork and the bold navy blue and cream palette with a nod, his eyes coming to rest on Marly.
“Nice bed,” he said politely. But he wasn’t looking at the bed. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts, and she noticed the firm tendons in his neck ripple as he swallowed.
A nervous swallow of her own soon followed.
“And this beauty here…” Marcus sat down on the bed beside her, a hand curling around her nape. “This is my wife, in case you don’t recall.”
Jake smiled at her, not a tender smile, more like a…seductive smile. A smile full of intent. And though Marly told herself she wouldn’t look down, her eyes did of their own free will, only to find a huge, straight, long cock staring back at her.
She tore her gaze away. “Marcus…really.” Heat crept up her neck and cheeks.
“No need to be embarrassed, honey. He sees naked women all the time, don’t you, Jake?”
“Yeah.”
“See?” His hand glided down to her breast, idly playing with her nipple. “He’s just here to help. He’s a nice guy. He’s a fan of the Rangers, too.”
In Marcus’s book, yes, that definitely made him a nice guy. No matter how many atrocities he might have committed. All fans of Rangers were buddies of Marcus.
“You ready yet, Marly?” Marcus whispered against her ear, his breath warming her down to her calves. “We’re both more than ready to please you again.”
She closed her eyes as those words echoed inside her body, and when she opened them
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