in attendance.
There was also the way she seemed to always hesitate whenever she approached her husband. From his observation, it appeared almost as if she was afraid of him. He’d often wondered what the attraction between the two of them was. It was obvious to him that Kennedy didn’t appreciate his wife and had ignored her most of the evening.
He’d even watched as Kennedy almost pushed her down when he charged over to greet one of his other guests. The man, in Simon’s opinion, was a shitty excuse for a husband. Now, as he watched Carmen’s voluptuous pendulum hips swing in his direction, he had a feeling the mystery was about to be revealed.
“I was wondering when you’d make your way to me.” He leaned against the wall, nursing a short shot of cognac.
She stepped into his personal space and said, “Well, this is a rather large party, Simon. Besides, you looked to be otherwise engaged with the redhead over there.”
He followed her glance to the delicious beauty mingling with other party goers while simultaneously eye fucking him from across the room. He sighed. “Just killing time, Carmen. Just killing time.”
“So she’s not your date?”
“No, but she’d love to be. Or better yet, she’d love to fuck me.” He pulled his eyes from the redhead and focused them squarely on Carmen.
* * * *
When she was locked in the heated gaze of his hazel eyes, Carmen tossed out a sassy smile. “Are you saying you’re not interested?”
He openly devoured her luscious curves and swells. “I’m interested in fucking,” he threw back his shot of cognac in one gulp and finished, “just not in fucking her.”
The final piece had just landed in her lap. “Well, if fucking is what you’re in the mood for, in about fifteen minutes there will be some hot and heavy fucking going on in that room over there. If you can assure me that you know how to keep a secret, then what awaits you behind those doors will be well worth your time.”
Simon surrendered his empty glass to Carmen. As she reached for it, he caught her wrist in a firm grip and whispered, “Nothing excites me more than a mystery. I’ll be there.”
Carmen stepped back, turned to leave, and over her shoulder gave Simon a smoldering look she knew would tell him he wouldn’t be disappointed.
Carmen embraced her hostess duties with grace, style and flare. She kept multiple conversations going with several guests while closely watching the clock. She made a point to make the rounds of the party another two times before finally approaching her husband. “Sweetheart, I know you’re busy, but I must speak with you.”
* * * *
Kennedy hated it when Carmen interrupted him. Later tonight he’d have to remind her of the rules again for when he was conducting important business at his parties. Maybe a split lip and a few bruised ribs would encourage her to remember them for next time. He turned with a plastic smile and said, “Yes, Carmen. What is it?”
“I need to go upstairs and change my dress. A few of our zealous guests bumped into me and spilled their drinks all over me. I smell like a brewery. I’ll only be gone for a short while. I wanted you to know where I was if you needed me.”
She had the nerve to disturb him over something as trivial as a silly, smelly dress? He knew right then that bruised ribs and a busted lip would not get the job done. He’d have to break a bone to ensure that she never bothered him with dumb-ass shit like this ever again. He choked down his rage. “Fine. Just hurry back.” He turned his attention again to his honored guests.
Chapter Three
Carmen backed away quietly and retreated to their bedroom. When she closed the door, her heart was pounding. With trembling hands, she pulled off her silk dress. She tossed it to the floor and walked swiftly to her nightstand, where she pulled out lube and condoms and tossed them on the bed. She walked into the bathroom and splashed herself
There was also the way she seemed to always hesitate whenever she approached her husband. From his observation, it appeared almost as if she was afraid of him. He’d often wondered what the attraction between the two of them was. It was obvious to him that Kennedy didn’t appreciate his wife and had ignored her most of the evening.
He’d even watched as Kennedy almost pushed her down when he charged over to greet one of his other guests. The man, in Simon’s opinion, was a shitty excuse for a husband. Now, as he watched Carmen’s voluptuous pendulum hips swing in his direction, he had a feeling the mystery was about to be revealed.
“I was wondering when you’d make your way to me.” He leaned against the wall, nursing a short shot of cognac.
She stepped into his personal space and said, “Well, this is a rather large party, Simon. Besides, you looked to be otherwise engaged with the redhead over there.”
He followed her glance to the delicious beauty mingling with other party goers while simultaneously eye fucking him from across the room. He sighed. “Just killing time, Carmen. Just killing time.”
“So she’s not your date?”
“No, but she’d love to be. Or better yet, she’d love to fuck me.” He pulled his eyes from the redhead and focused them squarely on Carmen.
* * * *
When she was locked in the heated gaze of his hazel eyes, Carmen tossed out a sassy smile. “Are you saying you’re not interested?”
He openly devoured her luscious curves and swells. “I’m interested in fucking,” he threw back his shot of cognac in one gulp and finished, “just not in fucking her.”
The final piece had just landed in her lap. “Well, if fucking is what you’re in the mood for, in about fifteen minutes there will be some hot and heavy fucking going on in that room over there. If you can assure me that you know how to keep a secret, then what awaits you behind those doors will be well worth your time.”
Simon surrendered his empty glass to Carmen. As she reached for it, he caught her wrist in a firm grip and whispered, “Nothing excites me more than a mystery. I’ll be there.”
Carmen stepped back, turned to leave, and over her shoulder gave Simon a smoldering look she knew would tell him he wouldn’t be disappointed.
Carmen embraced her hostess duties with grace, style and flare. She kept multiple conversations going with several guests while closely watching the clock. She made a point to make the rounds of the party another two times before finally approaching her husband. “Sweetheart, I know you’re busy, but I must speak with you.”
* * * *
Kennedy hated it when Carmen interrupted him. Later tonight he’d have to remind her of the rules again for when he was conducting important business at his parties. Maybe a split lip and a few bruised ribs would encourage her to remember them for next time. He turned with a plastic smile and said, “Yes, Carmen. What is it?”
“I need to go upstairs and change my dress. A few of our zealous guests bumped into me and spilled their drinks all over me. I smell like a brewery. I’ll only be gone for a short while. I wanted you to know where I was if you needed me.”
She had the nerve to disturb him over something as trivial as a silly, smelly dress? He knew right then that bruised ribs and a busted lip would not get the job done. He’d have to break a bone to ensure that she never bothered him with dumb-ass shit like this ever again. He choked down his rage. “Fine. Just hurry back.” He turned his attention again to his honored guests.
Chapter Three
Carmen backed away quietly and retreated to their bedroom. When she closed the door, her heart was pounding. With trembling hands, she pulled off her silk dress. She tossed it to the floor and walked swiftly to her nightstand, where she pulled out lube and condoms and tossed them on the bed. She walked into the bathroom and splashed herself
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