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swear often—they’d always been afraid of teaching little girls big words—but the dirty talk on his lips made her nipples ache beneath her sundress. Her juice, the juice he loved, drenched her panties.
“I’d love to watch him lick you, Courtney. I’d love to see the look on your face as you climax with his tongue inside you.”
Seth choked off a sound. “Ladies, if you don’t want to end up in a ditch, we need to stop right now.”
Robyn leaned in, pecked his ear. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.” She smiled at Courtney. “There’s so much to save for later, we don’t want to waste it all now.”
Cotton wool filled her head. Her skin burned, her pussy pulsed. She wanted Seth more than the first night she’d had him, more than she’d needed him on their wedding night, more than the first time they made love after Shannon was born.
She wasn’t sure she could wait for later. She might not make it out of the hotel once they checked in. She might not even make it through the surprise she 50
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had for Seth and Robyn.
HOLY HELL. HIS HEAD WAS GOING TO EXPLODE, AND HIS COCK WAS a throbbing ache in his shorts. His hard-on raged even as he tried to concentrate on . . . polymer densities and R factors. Work issues, usually guaranteed to make him limp as a wet noodle, wouldn’t take root in his suddenly Neanderthal brain. He sat through lunch in a fog and sipped through wine tasting in a daze. He’d dreamed of setting Courtney on the bistro table, flipping up her skirt, and dining on her instead of the croissant sandwich he’d ordered. He imagined dragging her behind a barrel of chardonnay and pounding into her until her breathy, throaty moans rose in a crescendo of orgasm.
When Courtney first brought up this plan, he’d thought of it as her giving him away, tossing him at another woman as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat. He hadn’t counted on this visceral need sweeping through him. It wasn’t Robyn’s touch on his cock. Or her voice. It was the way she’d dragged Courtney into the front seat with her words, his wife’s eyes locked on Robyn’s dark, elegant hand in his lap. It was Courtney’s glazed look as she described the feel of his cock inside her and the force of his need as he scented her arousal. This was so fucking much more than he’d imagined. After lunch and three more wineries, where the ladies did the imbibing and he did the watching, the remainder of the drive out to the coast had been light and conversational. Courtney sat in front with him, programming the motel’s address into the GPS. Almost dinnertime, he pulled the car into the parking lot, the whitewashed cottages fronted by small patios edged with planters of bright flowers. Across the street, the ocean crashed along the shore and walkers on the wooden pathway held their hats against the wind rushing off the sea. In the backseat, Robyn gathered her hat and purse. “I hope you don’t mind if I arrange for my own room.”
Beside him, Courtney stilled. Her brow furrowed. After almost a quarter of a century together, he could read her mind. Something was wrong, Robyn didn’t want to play, he’d have a huge fight with Courtney, the whole weekend would turn to shit.
Courtney could catastrophize with the best of them. She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly. “That will be fine.” She twisted her wrist to glance at her watch. “I have a surprise planned and we need to 51
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leave in about an hour. Since we ate lunch so late, I thought we could have dinner when we get back.” She raised a brow at Robyn. “Will that be okay?”
“Wonderful. I love surprises.” Robyn leaned between the seats and took Courtney’s chin in her fingers.
It was extraordinarily sexual, though Seth could never have pinpointed why in a million years. Yet the courtesan’s hand on his wife’s face excited him beyond measure, more than her palm on his cock.
“Now, Courtney, I don’t want
“I’d love to watch him lick you, Courtney. I’d love to see the look on your face as you climax with his tongue inside you.”
Seth choked off a sound. “Ladies, if you don’t want to end up in a ditch, we need to stop right now.”
Robyn leaned in, pecked his ear. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.” She smiled at Courtney. “There’s so much to save for later, we don’t want to waste it all now.”
Cotton wool filled her head. Her skin burned, her pussy pulsed. She wanted Seth more than the first night she’d had him, more than she’d needed him on their wedding night, more than the first time they made love after Shannon was born.
She wasn’t sure she could wait for later. She might not make it out of the hotel once they checked in. She might not even make it through the surprise she 50
Three’s A Crowd
had for Seth and Robyn.
HOLY HELL. HIS HEAD WAS GOING TO EXPLODE, AND HIS COCK WAS a throbbing ache in his shorts. His hard-on raged even as he tried to concentrate on . . . polymer densities and R factors. Work issues, usually guaranteed to make him limp as a wet noodle, wouldn’t take root in his suddenly Neanderthal brain. He sat through lunch in a fog and sipped through wine tasting in a daze. He’d dreamed of setting Courtney on the bistro table, flipping up her skirt, and dining on her instead of the croissant sandwich he’d ordered. He imagined dragging her behind a barrel of chardonnay and pounding into her until her breathy, throaty moans rose in a crescendo of orgasm.
When Courtney first brought up this plan, he’d thought of it as her giving him away, tossing him at another woman as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat. He hadn’t counted on this visceral need sweeping through him. It wasn’t Robyn’s touch on his cock. Or her voice. It was the way she’d dragged Courtney into the front seat with her words, his wife’s eyes locked on Robyn’s dark, elegant hand in his lap. It was Courtney’s glazed look as she described the feel of his cock inside her and the force of his need as he scented her arousal. This was so fucking much more than he’d imagined. After lunch and three more wineries, where the ladies did the imbibing and he did the watching, the remainder of the drive out to the coast had been light and conversational. Courtney sat in front with him, programming the motel’s address into the GPS. Almost dinnertime, he pulled the car into the parking lot, the whitewashed cottages fronted by small patios edged with planters of bright flowers. Across the street, the ocean crashed along the shore and walkers on the wooden pathway held their hats against the wind rushing off the sea. In the backseat, Robyn gathered her hat and purse. “I hope you don’t mind if I arrange for my own room.”
Beside him, Courtney stilled. Her brow furrowed. After almost a quarter of a century together, he could read her mind. Something was wrong, Robyn didn’t want to play, he’d have a huge fight with Courtney, the whole weekend would turn to shit.
Courtney could catastrophize with the best of them. She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly. “That will be fine.” She twisted her wrist to glance at her watch. “I have a surprise planned and we need to 51
Three’s A Crowd
leave in about an hour. Since we ate lunch so late, I thought we could have dinner when we get back.” She raised a brow at Robyn. “Will that be okay?”
“Wonderful. I love surprises.” Robyn leaned between the seats and took Courtney’s chin in her fingers.
It was extraordinarily sexual, though Seth could never have pinpointed why in a million years. Yet the courtesan’s hand on his wife’s face excited him beyond measure, more than her palm on his cock.
“Now, Courtney, I don’t want
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