Page 143 of Unleashed

I stop on the stairs. “No. He eats leftover food from what didn’t sell.”

“That sounds disgusting, but it’s not surprising.”

I go back several steps. “Stop insulting my husband. Greg is a prize of a man, and he loves me.” Tears well, but I blink them away. “I love him. I will birth his children. If you don’t respect that or him, then hit the damn road,” I say, using a Greg Rodwell response.

My father gawks at me, and I go upstairs. After this week, I won’t have to defend my ex-husband anymore. He can fuck Tansy until his heart’s content.

Mine will never be.

I have a quick shower but spend some time with my facial moisturizing routine I’ve been skipping this week. Anything to not think about what Greg is doing to Tansy.

I get into bed and try to sleep, but I can’t. The only man I’ve ever loved is sleeping with another woman, doing things to her he did for the first time with me.

In the hallway, I hear my dad closing the guest room door across the hall. I’m sure he’s glad he’ll get a decent night of sleep since I’m alone. All alone.

I dream of Greg kissing my shoulder and whispering things over my skin. I dream of his hand holding my hip and laughing with me. I miss the laughter.

Opening my eyes, soft lips kiss my arm. Since I’m wearing a tank top, a light beard scratches me. I lift my head off my pillow, but warm lips go to my neck and prevent me from lifting my head. Greg’s scent overwhelms me, and I shut my eyes. His mouth moves to the top of my shoulder, where he sucks my skin. I shrug my shoulder to discourage him. He shouldn’t mark me since he said loving me was a joke. Greg releases me, but moves back to my neck as he slides his arm beneath mine. I expect him to make a play for my tits, but he rests his arm beneath them as if hugging me. I notice his hips aren’t against my ass.

I sigh and try to scoot away, but I’ll fall off the bed. “What do you want?” Greg scoots with me and slides his hand down to my stomach, scrunching his fingers into my shirt, and kisses the side of my throat. I elbow him in the chest—not too hard. I’m not a ghoul. “Don’t give me bogus kisses.”

He whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

I shrug, which jostles his chin. “I accept you don’t love me or want to be friends, but you didn’t have to lie to me in Durham. We wouldn’t have gotten married for my convenience. I know you’ll be a lawyer, but don’t be like that demon, Morgan. Be an honest one who helps people without lying through your teeth. Be like Val and Amos, damn it.”

Greg nods, and I grab his arm to move it, but I continue, “And maybe don’t badmouth your first wife to your second wife too much. We were young and stupid. It was a mistake. Make sure your next wife knows she’s your soulmate. For real.”

As he strokes his fingers on my stomach, Greg whispers, “I don’t hate you, Simone. I hope we can be friends.”

I take an unsteady breath before confessing, “I kind of despise you right now, though.”

He sighs against my neck. “Okay.” He clears his throat against the back of my shoulder, and his hot breath heats my goose-bumped skin.

I wipe the sudden tear streaking toward my nose. “You have a girlfriend. Just leave me alone.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. What about your boyfriend...or two?” I hear him swallowing, and his breaths speed up.

I’m truthful because that’s all I endeavor to be, since I’m so damn bad at lying. “I don’t have any boyfriends.”

Greg shifts and slides his hand below my hiked-up shirt and over my belly button piercing, where he fingers the silver metal. He drags his nose next to my ear and inhales into my hair while kissing my skin at my hairline. The spot he hits must be one of those erogenous zones because I accidentally moan. He stops but then resumes, moving my hair out of the way and kissing the nape of my neck. I bite my lip and close my eyes. What are we doing? We’re not friends, dating, or married. We have no connection, yet we can’t disengage from each other.

I reach behind me to make him lift his head, but when I get a handful of his hair, I sift my fingers through it and slide my hand to the back of his neck. When I graze him with my nails, his groans reverberate against my neck. He sounds so sexy, and it turns me on.

My chest heaves with heavy breaths. Greg moves to my ear, licking and panting. I steady my breathing, but when my hand goes to his jaw, and I scratch my nails over his scruff, he reaches up to yank the front of my tank top, exposing my naked tit. He caresses the hard, rosy bud.

My pussy lips swell as I become wetter, and my ass presses against him of its own volition. Greg’s cock stiffens against me as I feel his heartbeat quicken on my back. He pinches my nipple, and I cry out as electricity nails my cunt.

Since I didn’t think Greg would be here tonight, I’m not wearing shorts, only underwear. He drops his hand to my crotch, skimming his fingers over my wet entrance. Greg whispers, “Goddamn.”

He removes his hand to shove down my underwear, tearing the waistband. I’m a little miffed since they’re not a period pair, but not enough to stop him. With him, I turn into an easy slut.

I shift to get rid of them as he does the same with his. I lie back down on my side, and he slips his finger between my cheeks, brushing his thumb over my asshole. It shocks but incites me. His breaths are shallow as he glides a finger into my flooded pussy and pumps his finger, making the wet, squishy sound.

Greg shuffles behind me, and I stick out my ass more, exposing my pussy to him. Groaning, he spreads my left ass cheek, and his urgent dick swirls against me until he finds the wet spot and pushes his slippery-tipped cock between my swollen lips.

His breathless growl accompanies my stuttered moan as he fills me. I wriggle my hips to work him inside me, needing him deeper. He pants at the back of my head and pulls out until I feel the swell of his wide tip before he thrusts all the way to his thick root. Greg grabs my upper arm and uses me for leverage as he rocks his hips against my ass. I stretch my arm behind me again to hold on to the back of his neck as we move together, still not learning a damn thing about protecting my heart.

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