Page 127 of The Bad Husband

She’s moaning, crying out my name, reaching for things to grab like she’s possessed.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she arches her spine, getting close, just not there yet.

“You like it…” I say, looking down and relishing the way my veiny cock enters her. “There we go,” I murmur when her center begins to clench fast and her moans get louder.

Tensing up, she releases a throaty sound, and that’s my clue. I grab her hips and hammer into her until my cum fills her up.

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LILA

I put my clothes on with shaky fingers while he exits the bathroom in his office, running a confident hand over his fly.

As disturbing as this sounds, I just want to grind on him again.

I have no idea what he has in mind for us for the rest of the evening. My proposition feels like a thing of the past, while I feel like I failed a job interview.

He picks up his key fob.

“I’ll take you home.”

“What about starting my new job?”

Peering down, he smiles. “Consider yourself hired. You’ll start tomorrow night. I only need you for a couple nights.”

“All right.”

I look around the room, a bit confused.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just didn’t think I’d go home so soon.”

He slides his hands into his pockets.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Uh… Working?”

“We don’t have to go home.”

“No?”

“Nah-huh.”

He picks up his phone, and his expression swiftly changes.

A frown mars his brow as he reads a message.

“Is everything all right?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer right away.

He mulls over something for a few good seconds, his blank stare pinned on the screen.

He might be affected by what he just read on the screen, but nothing hints at what that text might be about.

“Damon?”