Page 56 of The Bad Husband

“Damon? Your phone is ringing.”

My eyes snap open, my core throbbing, my heart racing.

“What?” I murmur, a ribbon of sweat sitting above my upper lip.

“Shhh,” he says quietly, and just to be sure I’m not making noise, he clamps a hand over my mouth and thrusts two fingers into me, finishing me with a few quick, harsh, deep thrusts.

My heart is about to explode as I claw at his neck and face, oblivious to the fact that I might leave scratches on his freshly shaven skin.

“Damon?” Henrietta barks from the other end of the corridor.

“I’ll be right there,” he shouts back.

A door slams in the distance, and I hope she’s inside that room.

Moments later, I can no longer think about her as I dive into an ocean of post orgasmic relief.

I still think I should find a way to leave this house.

My theory about them being together in this still stands, although it begins to fray at the edges.

I might not be a wizard when it comes to reading people, and he might be a seasoned man, but I collected some evidence tonight.

Evidence indicating that he and that woman may be in a relationship but not a romantic one.

Still, it’s hard to say. And life could prove me wrong at any moment. Not to mention that my judgment is now significantly clouded.

He did it.

He did it again.

I feel like kissing him now, running my fingers over his chest, and rubbing his erection through his pants.

It takes all the force I have in me not to reward him with some tender, affectionate gesture. Not to clue him in on how much I like him when he’s doing stuff to me.

At any rate, we can’t do this the entire summer.

I need to end it.

For now, I press my head against him, panting, enjoying his fingers between my legs, about to get turned on again.

He loves to move his fingers as he talks to me again, and I listen to him, drunk, almost passed out, convinced he’ll make me come again.

“This is what you need to do after I leave the bathroom. You go up to your room, put your new swimsuit on, and go for a swim,” he murmurs, while I nod along.

“What else?” I ask, my focus on the pressure he moves between my thighs.

“That’s it.”

I suck in a long breath, not intending to interrupt him, and then I sigh.

“I’ll have to start dating,” I say casually.

“I advise you against it. Remember what I just said before.”

I stare at him while he moves his fingers into me.

“I want this every night,” I say. “Maybe more that this. And you can’t give it to me.”