Page 28 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

“What are you doing, you lunatic?” she cried.

“Let me in,” I said.

Clementine revved her car like she was going to take off in a blast of speed and leave me nothing but a flattened corpse covered in motor oil on the pavement.

I tightened my grip on her mirrors, spreading my thighs tighter around the edge of the SUV. My balls were smashed rather aggressively on the hard metal, but I didn’t care.

“I’m not letting you get away from me,” I warned her.

She rolled her eyes.

“All right, jackass, get in. I don’t have time for this.”

As soon as she let me in the car, I turned to her.

“Clementine, I am so goddamn sorry,” I said. “There is no fucking excuse for what I did. I was the most colossal jackass, and I see that now.”

“Are you just going to follow me everywhere?” she demanded.

“Yes,” I replied immediately.

When no update seemed to be forthcoming on her forgiveness, I tried another topic.

“Why did you lie about me never giving you an orgasm?” I said, trying to infuse as much sternness into my voice as I could, to cover up the desperation.

“Did I?” she asked coolly, flipping her hair so that it fell all over my face, my cock instantly twitching in my pants.

Fuck. Why couldn’t I control myself around her?

Why did she smell like that? Even her delicious sunshiney scent made want to drag her into the backseat and make love to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Maybe you did. I really don’t remember,” she went on.

My stomach sunk.

“Come the fuck on, Clementine,” I growled.

How could she forget? I specifically avoided thinking about having sex with her because otherwise the memories were so powerful they would quickly overwhelm me.

Clementine under me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Lying on the bed with me between her legs, her fingers digging into the covers or tightening in my hair.

Clementine sweaty, her long hair unbound and plastered to her forehead, as she whimpered she couldn’t take one more orgasm, then opening her thighs, her ass wiggling up and down, still greedy for more.

My mind tried to lock down the memory, if for no other reason than that I didn’t want to have another inconvenient boner and make Clementine think I was a pervert who just wanted her body.

“I guess it wasn’t very memorable either way!” she chirped happily at me, pulling into the drive-through for coffee.

My cheeks burned with baffled humiliation.

I knew she was lying to goad me into leaving. But I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I remember every time we were together,” I choked out.

Talking about my emotions had never been something that was easy for me, and I clenched my fists together with the unexpected embarrassment of sharing something like that.

“I’ve had so much sex since that your face kind of blends into the crowd,” Clementine said.

“Pull this car over and I’ll give you a reminder,” I growled, feeling the possessive pull of her power over me.

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