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Valerie slowly nods.
"In sickness and in health? In good times and bad?" I repeat the vows we each said mere hours ago.
Again, Valerie slowly nods.
"Did you lie?" My hand is so close to her cunt I can't resist sliding my fingers along her soaked slit, sinking them into her body.
Valerie whimpers, her hips lifting as I slowly slide in and out, bringing my thumb to tease against her clit with each movement.
"Answer me." I stop, ceasing my ministrations. "Did. You. Lie?"
This time Valerie shakes her head, the move fast and jerky. "No."
"Good." I use my free hand to grab behind her knee, spreading her thighs wider. "Then tell your husband to fuck you."
I want her—desperately. In all honesty, I always have. Even when I discovered our meeting was orchestrated. Even when I found out the full truth of her reasons for that meeting.
Valerie's water and I'm a man dying in the desert. Crawling toward her only to discover she's a mirage. But that doesn't make me less thirsty. Less desperate for a taste.
Valerie's hands grip the sheets, holding tight. "Fuck your wife."
I let out the groan I've been holding in, pulling my fingers from her heat before notching the head of my dick in place and sinking into her in one, hard thrust.
The feel of her clenched around me is fucking exquisite. Could only be bested if there was nothing between us. Soon there won't be. I’ll make fucking sure of that.
But through my haze of bliss and desire, the feel of her soft body stiffening under me registers. Along with a sound that makes me go still.
"Val?"
She makes that sound again, and a little of the fog clouding my brain dissipates. Because that sound wasn't one of pleasure or need.
It was of pain.
"I'm fine." Her words are tight and rush out on a burst of air that she quickly seals off, going back to holding her breath.
Something's not right. Something is very, very wrong.
And that something is that my wife had yet another fucking secret she kept from me.
"Valerie Hadaway." I link her name and mine, hating how much I love the sound of it. "Tell me you're not a virgin."
It’s the same type of demand I made earlier. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it's another she can't give me.
"I'm not a virgin." Her words are still tight and strained, and I'm about to threaten to spank her bottom again when she clarifies. "Anymore."
"Goddammit." I start to pull out, but she makes that same sound from earlier and I go still because even after all the omissions and half-truths, I can't bring myself to cause her any pain. So instead I lean up, resting on one elbow as I glare down at her pinched expression. "Start talking."
I’ve never had this kind of a conversation—or any conversation really—with my cock buried to the hilt inside a woman, but then again, I've never been married before.
Maybe this shit is normal.
"Well." Valerie wiggles around, the movement making her clench around me and I grit my teeth.
Shifting my weight, I clamp my free hand against her hip, pinning her in place. "No moving."
"But—"
"Darling, I'm not sure if you've noticed this, but we’re both extremely uncomfortable right now for completely different reasons." I take a steeling breath, closing my eyes as I attempt to rein in the overwhelming urge to rut against her. "The faster you start explaining, the sooner we will both feel better."
