Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“Have you ever felt this way before?” I ask slowly, because something about the way she’s digging her teeth into her lip tells me this isn’t a new state for her.
She meets my eyes, rinsing out a rag at the sink. Indecision wars across her freckled face.
“He cheated on me in college.”
Called it.
“We were high school sweethearts. He was a junior. I was a freshman. Completely inseparable.”
“That’s sweet.” In a hideously mundane sort of way.
“One semester, there was this girl from class he was spending a lot of time with. They were always studying or working on some project. He’d say it was a group thing, but I’d catch them alone at the library or getting coffee together.”
Oh, Jack, you dog. “Did you confront him?”
She nods. “I finally worked up the courage. He denied it over and over until he realized I wasn’t going to believe him. Then he came clean.”
“Did you break up?”
“I considered it. I even left and spent the weekend at my parents’ house. Then he swore up and down he loved me and it was only one time…”
“But you think there were others,” I guess.
Gwen shrugs, pulling her wavy red hair down from a loose bun. The moment it cascades over her shoulders, my dick wakes up and says hello. I’ve always loved redheads.
“I’ve never wanted to ask,” she admits. “But now…”
“I’d ask why you stay if you don’t trust him, but I’ve seen him in a linen button-down, so…” I trail off devilishly.
At that she cracks a reluctant smile and just the beginnings of a laugh. “Thanks for not telling me I’m just imagining things.”
“Definitely not. Go with your gut, I always say.”
We carry the last of the materials back to the closet and put away the cleaning supplies.
“Really?” She suddenly sounds pensive. “I thought you’d say something like, ‘don’t get mad, get even.’”
Careful, Gwendolyn. That sounds dangerously like an invitation.
I grin. “I wouldn’t argue with that course of action, either.”
Gwen leans against a shelf, combing one hand through all that sexy red hair. My dick twitches again. “Thank you. You’ve been strangely helpful.”
“At your service.”
“I did wonder if you were feeling a bit under the weather,” she adds.
I raise a brow. “Why’s that?”
“You haven’t tried to flirt with me once today.”
Shrugging, I say, “Your lack of interest was well-noted. And I’m not one to beg.”
For the first time this semester, something genuinely surprising happens.
Before I can blink, Mrs. Goodwyn plants her lips on mine. And she’s not at all timid. Her hands grasp either side of my face as she pushes her tongue against mine and hums the slightest purr into my mouth. It’s the kind of blistering hot kiss that sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
“Sometimes it’s okay to beg,” she whispers after we come up for air.
“Yeah?” My voice sounds hoarse to my ears.
“Uh-huh.” Her lips travel to my neck, kissing a path toward my jaw and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Begging can be fun,” I agree. My fingers drift to the hem of her dress.
She stops kissing me and looks down at my hand, eyes wide with interest. I can see her pulse fluttering in the hollow of her throat.
I slowly bunch the filmy fabric in my fist and start tugging it upward. My dick gets harder at each inch of bare skin that gets exposed. When my thumb scrapes a silky thigh, I feel a shudder go through her body.
“Lawson…” She trails off. She’s too busy gazing between us, where my fingers are now toying with the waistband of her thong.
“Beg for it,” I say softly.
She visibly swallows. “For what?”
“Beg me to get on my knees and put my mouth right…here…” I press the pad of my thumb against her covered clit, and she makes a breathy, agitated sound.
When she doesn’t answer straight away, I cup her with my palm while threading my free hand through her coppery hair. I jerk her head up, bringing her mouth to mine again. The kiss makes both of us groan. I love the way she tastes. Why does forbidden fruit have the sweetest flavor?
“Lawson,” she chokes out against my lips.
“Mmmm? What do you want, Gwen?”
“Get on your knees,” she begs, and it requires some effort not to break out in a grin. Took a while, but in the end, she’s as weak as her husband.
I get it, though. Gwen needs her own secret. A dirty little lie to indulge her vengeance. The secretive smile over dinner when the mister comes home late from work.
I nudge her toward a low shelving unit opposite the closet door and shove the stack of supplies off it. Items clatter to the floor, but neither of us even blinks. I’m already pulling her thong down her smooth, toned legs, shoving the scrap of material in my pocket as I kneel in front of her. In no time at all, her legs are flung over my shoulders and her pussy is grinding my face and it’s so goddamn hot I’m struggling not to shoot in my pants.