Page 52 of The Bad Husband

“Hmm…” he murmurs with a knowing smile as he tenderly runs his fingers up between my thighs, along my slit, and past my navel, and then draws little circles around a nipple.

He notices the goosebumps on my skin and the shudders claiming my shoulders.

“So, you’re looking for a boyfriend?” he asks, slightly amused. “Why?”

“Why am I looking?’

“Yeah. Why are you looking?’

“Is there an alternative to looking for a boyfriend?”

A sultry chuckle blooms on his lips.

“You can have sex without a boyfriend,” he says, peering down as he flicks a nipple and watches it pucker, becoming hard.

He scrunches up his nose, in a playful mood.

“Do you have anyone in mind?” I ask.

He brings his eyes to me and lowers his hand.

This time, he moves his fingers over my slit and massages my clit.

“Yes, I do,” he says, amused.

“We can’t do this, Damon.”

“We’re not doing anything. Do you see me fucking you?”

The way his voice rolls over that word makes my insides pulse.

I can’t be that easy, can it?

I had such a hard time in bed with my first guy, and now I get turned on by this man’s words?

I take his hand and move it away, my eyes locked with his.

“What is this, Damon? What we're doing. What is it?”

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LILA

I melt under his eyes when he tilts his head down, with a hand still on the door next to my head.

“I like you,” he says, his stare sliding to my mouth, his eyes glinting at the thought of the things he’d do to me.

“You’re a married man.”

“I’m a lot of things you don’t know about,” he argues in a raspy voice that feels like fingers on my clit.

He moves closer, sliding a leg between my thighs, making me feel his pants against the apex of my thighs. A trickle of wetness must be on his pants by now.

“I want my clothes to smell like you,” he murmurs next to my ear as he presses his leg against my slit and rolls his hip slightly.

The soft move turns me on even more.

“You’re still going out?”