Page 113 of The Bad Husband

Damon’s demeanor was unusual.

I didn’t expect him to be so calm. I didn’t think he’d invite me to spend some time with him at the pool.

Something must’ve happened between the two of them. How else can I explain that he’s no longer concerned with how this looks?

It looks how it looks. Right now it looks beyond incriminating.

My mouth is filled by him.

His mouth is pressed between my legs.

He likes to do this to me. He doesn’t hold anything back.

And maybe that’s what’s different about him.

He bites the inside of my thigh, and that’s my clue to turn around.

His eyes look smoldering hot in the moonlight, with his eyelids lowered and a secret smile.

Propped on my knees next to him, I study him.

“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” I say, massaging his cock to get him hard again.

“A few people,” he jokes. “Never a woman.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Believe me. Come,” he says, signaling to me to straddle him.

He wraps his hand around his cock and within seconds he holds it up and tilts his chin to me to slide down.

“Let’s not waste our time talking,” he says.

I lower myself.

He fills me up.

I grind on him.

“I loved how you felt tonight,” I say.

I sound melancholic as if something bad happened.

He searches my eyes.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

“You felt good, too.”

I smile, my hands pressed to his chest.

“You truly enjoy this,” I murmur.

“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t.”

I lower my head to him and start kissing him, still grinding on him. He kisses me back, slowly and tenderly, so different than how he was with me before.