Page 35 of Promise Kept

Fuck.

She really wanted me to come here and fuck her.

She wants me to walk up to her and just take her…

Which I cannot and will not do.

Not Tamara Sydney.

Not Heston’s ex-wife.

What about their daughter though?

Now I’m in scramble mode.

I’m thinking about fucking Tamara’s daughter while Tamara has her dress inching down her body.

Lucky for me (or something like that) Tamara isn’t interested in stripping herself in seconds.

She wants to be seductive.

She wants to enjoy the moment.

A callback to her former career?

I don’t have time for this nonsense right now.

I cannot see my dead best friend’s ex-wife’s naked body.

Not right now.

Probably not ever.

Yes, it’s no secret (at least to you now) that Tamara Sydney has wanted me for some time now.

And believe it or not, Heston himself more than once grabbed my right shoulder, shook me, and told me to go for it. He told me it was one hell of a ride but just don’t fall in love and certainly don’t put a damn ring on her finger.

“Don’t shy away, Ellis,” Tamara purrs.

Her voice is sultry. Her eyes are lusty.

“Tamara,” I whisper.

“Say it again, Ellis. Whisper my name. And then I’ll show you a trick with my tongue that will make you scream my name.”

I have to decline again.

Before I can do that, the apartment door opens.

Of course it’s Larissa showing up.

Of course I’m standing there with her mother as she’s trying to strip.

Better yet - as far as Larissa can tell - she just walked in on her dead father’s best friend undressing her very much alive mother.

I’m not sure what to do.

Tamara has zero shame nor care in life.

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