Page 55 of The Bad Husband

“Are you going to punish me?” I ask with an incredulous smile.

“I might. In fact, I’m doing it right now. You could be on your knees, sucking my cock. Instead you stand in front of me, thinking about the things I'd do to you.”

“That’s not true,” I say, my voice shaking a little.

“Do you want me to show you how much you want me?”

“No.”

“See, you know it’s true.”

He slides his hand into my hair, presses his body into me, and moves his lips down my neck while rubbing me between my legs with his thigh.

“Do you remember how good it felt to sit on my lap in my office?” he asks as I bite my lip and press the back of my head against the door.

I nod in response.

“Do you remember how quickly you came around my fingers?”

I nod again.

“We could do that again.”

“I won’t come this time.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.”

He pulls me into his chest, his lips hot over mine, barely brushing them, never trying to take them. But then he slides them open, and gives me a kiss.

He’s not keen on kissing me, and that’s fine for now. Kissing someone means feelings. What we’re doing now hints at so many other things. Bad things at that.

But something feels good, though. Being pressed against his chest.

My whole world is wrapped around me when he takes me in his arms.

“You were so wet,” he says. “And you’re wet now,” he goes on, moving his fingers and smearing the wetness over my clit.

When he starts stroking me, I squeeze my thighs.

“Was I right or was I right?” he says, amused. “You want many things, Lila Skye. You’re just not going the right way about them.”

How could I go the right way about them with him in my life?

I’m more determined than ever to start dating, move away from him, and never touch him again before I figure out what he’s after.

But that won’t happen now.

Waves of heat lap at my center. The soft pulsing makes me long to be penetrated, to have that delicious friction between my legs. Without me saying a word, he does just that.

He slides his middle finger into me.

I’m so embarrassed of how quickly I squeeze his touch, how wet I am, and how difficult it is to stop myself from rocking my body against his.

I can only suppress that deep need for so long before I forget about everything I just said to him, and move against his thrusts.

“I love when you’re doing this, Lila Skye,” he says, as I close my eyes and enjoy the ride.

I scale up and enjoy myself tremendously when a door closes in the house, and Henrietta’s voice tears into the night.