Page 82 of Pretend it’s Forever

She rolled those gorgeous gray eyes of hers and pushed past me.

“There was traffic. And I’m not that late. If I were going to be, I would have texted you. Because I like to be on time, and I don’t leave people waiting for hours by forgetting to mention that they weren’t coming.”

Guilt stabbed at me, and I closed the door behind us a little harder than I’d meant to.

“I didn’t ghost you.”

She turned and stared at me. “Yes. You did.”

“Our plane literally malfunctioned, and we couldn’t get into the air. I tried to call you, to text you, even tried to email you that I wasn’t going to be here on time, maybe not even for the entire evening, but I couldn’t get ahold of you. I’ve apologized multiple times, but I didn’t purposely stand you up.”

She pulled off her jacket, and laid it on the end of the couch, before toeing off her shoes.

I was already barefoot, in black joggers and a white tee, as I’d quickly showered after work and hadn’t bothered dressing for dinner.

She set her purse by her coat, then turned to me.

I shook my head and moved forward without saying a word. When she tugged on the bottom of my shirt, I helped her slide it over my head, then undid the buttons of hers.

“How much time do we have left?”

“Less than an hour.”

“I wasn’t late.”

“I could have already made you come by now if you had been on time.”

“Jerk.” She slid her hand down and cupped me over my sweats. I groaned, leaning into her touch.

“Wicked.”

“I thought you liked it when I was wicked.”

“Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how apologetic you are for being late.”

I was only teasing, not expecting her to actually do it, so when she slid to her knees and pulled down my joggers, I groaned.

My cock sprang out, and she caught it at the base, squeezing slightly.

“Luna. You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I never get to taste you.” And then her mouth was on me, licking at the slit and causing me to nearly come right then and there. Her shirt was open, her lace covered breasts begging for my hands, so I leaned over slightly to cup her, even as she hollowed her cheeks and continued to suck me down.

“You’re so damn good at that,” I growled.

She pulled back, letting me go with a gasp. “Well, I know you like licking pussy, so I figured I would return the favor.”

She winked as she said it, causing me to grin as I slid my thumb over her plump lips. She opened for me, and I pushed my thumb into her mouth, watching her suck it, just as she had been sucking my cock a few moments ago.

My twin brother’s wife’s twin sister did not do dirty talk. She didn’t curse often, and she looked like a prim and proper chemistry professor.

And yet, here she was, on her knees, sucking my cock again.

She bobbed her head, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, tugging slightly because I knew that’s how she liked it.

I shouldn’t know exactly how she liked that edge of pain. Just as she shouldn’t know how to cup my balls with one hand and move her other hand around to play with my taint. We were learning each other far too quickly, and that was a problem. Because what we were doing right now? Beyond wrong.

There were boundaries when it came to who you could fuck, and the twin sister of your sister-in-law who happened to be married to your twin brother, was on the list of never fucking.