Page 57 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

His big arm wrapping around my waist, picking me up easily and kissing me, always with a desperate, raw edge to it.

Now I knew why that was.

He had never known when his boss would decide they had enough evidence to charge my dad, so he never knew when it would be the last time to have sex with me.

My legs would part eagerly, my core liquid with the feel of his knee, then his cock between my thighs.

And I’d feel tiny and cradled in his big arms.

I’d had plenty of good sex since then, but it had never felt like that. Like that the whole roof could cave in on top of us, and I’d still be untouched and safe in his arms.

Maybe just one time.

Just to get Grayson Bentley out of my system.

“All right,” I said. “You’ve been wanting to show me your moves. Now’s your chance.”

Grayson stilled, whipping his head around to look at me.

“You mean tonight?” he said. “After this moronic stakeout is over?”

“No,” I countered. “I mean right here in the car. Rocky Mariano might be at this strip club for hours. Take it or leave it.”

“I’m taking it,” Grayson said, shoving his binoculars in the side pocket of the car. “How do you want to do this?”

“The organization is up to you,” I retorted, although my heart had started pounding in my chest. “But frankly I think your car sex days are behind you, old man, so I can’t wait to see how you manage to get over the stick shift.”

My eyes met his, and there was a gleam in them that suddenly made my belly clench in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Change of plans,” I said, my voice sounding strangled. “If you can catch me, you can fuck me.”

Then I yanked on the door and shot off into the night forest.

I ran as fast as I could.

What was I trying to outrun? Grayson? My own desire?

My feet flew through the trees, ducking to avoid the thick branches that slashed at my face.

I didn’t dare to look behind me.

I felt him there behind me, his fingers reaching for my shirt, and I darted wildly off in another direction, scrambling through a narrow space between two bushes I knew he couldn’t get through easily.

Then I threw myself into a hollow in a big tree and waited, my heart pounding. There was the gurgling and rushing of a nearby river, but for a moment I didn’t hear anything else.

His steps were soft and quiet, and he walked right by me, his gaze scanning the treeline to see where I’d gone.

My heart hammered in my chest, and it seemed like my whole body tingled with his proximity. His harsh, heavy breathing seemed to go right to my core, spread down to my knees with a throbbing need for him that I couldn’t deny anymore.

When he had passed by, I broke free and ran to where I heard running water.

The stream didn’t look very big, and I could easily cross it and hide on the other side.

I jumped onto the first rock, glad I was wearing my sneakers.

Stepping carefully, I jumped on the next rock.

But once I was out in the middle of the stream, it seemed much wider and stronger, the water rushing far faster than I had expected from the bank.

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