Chapter One
Brina
“Hand me that
bikini.”
Luke stares at my
almost-naked body in the dressing room as if he hasn’t seen it a
million times during our five years of marriage. I’m still wearing
the lacy white panties that Luke can never resist.
“Please hand me that
bikini,” I repeat, but he doesn’t even flinch.
He takes a step toward me
with a starved look in his aquamarine eyes and the carpeted floor
sways beneath my feet.
“You wore those on
purpose,” he murmurs as his fingers glide over my waist and around
to my lower back.
“What if I did?”
He slowly pulls me
against him and the front of his shirt rubs against my bare nipples
as his chest heaves against mine. His lips are inches from my
mouth, glistening and calling me with the sweet scent of the iced
tea he was sipping thirty minutes ago. His hand slides beneath the
fabric of my panties and my skin prickles as his fingertips float
over my skin.
Some men have rough
fingertips from years of working blue-collar jobs. Luke’s
fingertips are always whisper soft and tender, unless he’s been
working on his sixteen-year-old boat. I’m not one of those wives
who will tell her husband to get rid of something old just because
it causes too much trouble. As Luke has told me many times before,
that boat was the first thing he bought when he began making insane
amounts of money in the tech world. He loves it almost as much as
he loves our two children.
So I don’t mind so much
when his rough fingertips scratch the sensitive skin on my ass. It
actually gets me hotter, just thinking of Luke on his boat, with
his shirt off, his tanned skin glistening with sweat and his
aquamarine eyes alight with the passion of doing what he loves.
I have to have him right
now.
Hastily, I begin
unbuttoning his jeans as he slips one hand behind my neck, tangling
his fingers in my hair as he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips are
much softer than his fingertips, but his kiss is firm, just like my
grip on his growing erection.
I moan as he thrusts his
tongue deep inside my mouth and I taste more iced tea. I smell his
cologne, a crisp, masculine scent that reminds me of long nights on
his boat when we first started dating; when he didn’t know I was
sent to betray him. Luke and I have come so far since the day I
walked into his office for a job interview six years ago, but the
passion we felt then is still very much alive.
His arm slides down my
back until both his hands are on my ass and he lifts me off the
carpet as I wrap my legs around his hips. I gasp as he enters me
and my back is pressed against the cold mirror behind me. Luke’s
size
has been an issue for me, at times.
We have to compromise when I’m riding him or when he’s behind me
because it can be quite painful when he pierces me too deeply. But
this position—up against a wall—is perfect.
I try not to make too
much noise. We
are
in a public dressing
room. But it’s difficult not to voice my pleasure when I’m with
Luke. He knows exactly what to do, exactly what spot to hit,
exactly how fast and slow to move when he’s inside me. He drives me
crazy, and he knows it.
“Quiet,” he whispers as
his cock stretches me, torments me, owns me.
“Easy for you to say,” I
whisper, leaning my head back as I clutch his hair.
“You think this is easy
for me,” he whispers against my neck before he bites me, hard.
I whimper as softly as I
can because I know he’s only biting me to contain his own cries of
pleasure.
The shrill sound of my
phone ringing inside my purse makes my body tense, but Luke
continues thrusting, undaunted by this interruption.
“Stop. It could be the
kids.”
“They’re with Violet.
They’re fine.”
Just hearing him say her
name while he’s inside me makes me bristle. I unwrap my legs from
around his hips and quickly lower myself to the floor.
“Ow!” he cries as I bump
his erection while making my way to the other side of the dressing
room to retrieve my phone. “Are
Brina
“Hand me that
bikini.”
Luke stares at my
almost-naked body in the dressing room as if he hasn’t seen it a
million times during our five years of marriage. I’m still wearing
the lacy white panties that Luke can never resist.
“Please hand me that
bikini,” I repeat, but he doesn’t even flinch.
He takes a step toward me
with a starved look in his aquamarine eyes and the carpeted floor
sways beneath my feet.
“You wore those on
purpose,” he murmurs as his fingers glide over my waist and around
to my lower back.
“What if I did?”
He slowly pulls me
against him and the front of his shirt rubs against my bare nipples
as his chest heaves against mine. His lips are inches from my
mouth, glistening and calling me with the sweet scent of the iced
tea he was sipping thirty minutes ago. His hand slides beneath the
fabric of my panties and my skin prickles as his fingertips float
over my skin.
Some men have rough
fingertips from years of working blue-collar jobs. Luke’s
fingertips are always whisper soft and tender, unless he’s been
working on his sixteen-year-old boat. I’m not one of those wives
who will tell her husband to get rid of something old just because
it causes too much trouble. As Luke has told me many times before,
that boat was the first thing he bought when he began making insane
amounts of money in the tech world. He loves it almost as much as
he loves our two children.
So I don’t mind so much
when his rough fingertips scratch the sensitive skin on my ass. It
actually gets me hotter, just thinking of Luke on his boat, with
his shirt off, his tanned skin glistening with sweat and his
aquamarine eyes alight with the passion of doing what he loves.
I have to have him right
now.
Hastily, I begin
unbuttoning his jeans as he slips one hand behind my neck, tangling
his fingers in my hair as he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips are
much softer than his fingertips, but his kiss is firm, just like my
grip on his growing erection.
I moan as he thrusts his
tongue deep inside my mouth and I taste more iced tea. I smell his
cologne, a crisp, masculine scent that reminds me of long nights on
his boat when we first started dating; when he didn’t know I was
sent to betray him. Luke and I have come so far since the day I
walked into his office for a job interview six years ago, but the
passion we felt then is still very much alive.
His arm slides down my
back until both his hands are on my ass and he lifts me off the
carpet as I wrap my legs around his hips. I gasp as he enters me
and my back is pressed against the cold mirror behind me. Luke’s
size
has been an issue for me, at times.
We have to compromise when I’m riding him or when he’s behind me
because it can be quite painful when he pierces me too deeply. But
this position—up against a wall—is perfect.
I try not to make too
much noise. We
are
in a public dressing
room. But it’s difficult not to voice my pleasure when I’m with
Luke. He knows exactly what to do, exactly what spot to hit,
exactly how fast and slow to move when he’s inside me. He drives me
crazy, and he knows it.
“Quiet,” he whispers as
his cock stretches me, torments me, owns me.
“Easy for you to say,” I
whisper, leaning my head back as I clutch his hair.
“You think this is easy
for me,” he whispers against my neck before he bites me, hard.
I whimper as softly as I
can because I know he’s only biting me to contain his own cries of
pleasure.
The shrill sound of my
phone ringing inside my purse makes my body tense, but Luke
continues thrusting, undaunted by this interruption.
“Stop. It could be the
kids.”
“They’re with Violet.
They’re fine.”
Just hearing him say her
name while he’s inside me makes me bristle. I unwrap my legs from
around his hips and quickly lower myself to the floor.
“Ow!” he cries as I bump
his erection while making my way to the other side of the dressing
room to retrieve my phone. “Are
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