Page 20 of Shadow of the Moon

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Devlin cursed when he realized he’d left his toiletries bag outside, and he opened the door.

The sight of Amberly on the bed, eyes closed, mouth open, hand rubbing at her pussy caught him totally off guard, and gave him an instant boner beneath the rough terry-cloth towel. He watched, mesmerized, as she circled, circled, her head twisting on the pillow. Then her mouth opened, and she breathed out a long breath. Her hand stilled and it seemed like she was forcing herself to stop.

“Please keep going,” he murmured softly.

Amberly’s eyes flew open and she jerked her hand away. She glared at him, and he knew she was going to unleash on him. He kind of didn’t care, though, because the image of her masturbating was burned into his brain. He held up a hand. “Before you yell, I want to tell you, you were, are, beautiful when you do that. I’ve always thought so.” He nodded to his towel, tented straight out. “I’m more than willing to join you, and take care of the itch I think we both have.”

For a moment, her silvery eyes softened with need and she opened her mouth. Then she seemed to realize what she was doing, and her expression closed down. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Dev wasn’t surprised that she turned him down. It had been a wild swing for a home run, and she’d shut him down. That was okay, though. He’d learned something invaluable.

Crossing to the other bed, he grabbed his toiletry bag, letting the towel come apart. He held it and the toiletry bag in his hand, and turned, letting her get an eyeful of the heavy erection he was sporting. Then he fisted it for good measure. Her eyes glazed over, and he knew she was fighting herself at that moment. “I’m going to go jack off in the shower, and let you have fun out here, but remember, I could have fucked you better than your fingers.”

He walked back toward the bathroom, until she called his name.

“Devlin,” she paused, looking torn. Then she shook her head. “I can’t.”

Dev let himself into the bathroom, closing it tightly behind himself. He didn’t lock the door, though, just in case she wanted to join him. Watching her had been… arousing, to say the least. Stepping into the weak shower stream, he let the hot water flow over him, and he poured out a puddle of shampoo into his hand. He lathered the hair on his head, then worked down his body. His dick was more than happy for the attention, and he stroked for less than thirty seconds before he came. It was a decent orgasm, but pedestrian. Balls deep inside Amberly would have been preferable.

Stepping out and seeing her rubbing her own body had been titillating. And it also gave him insight into her heart. She still wanted him. He’d seen her catch her breath when he was near, and the puckered nipples had been a dead giveaway of her sexual state. It was what had ramped him up so bad, seeing her tits so perky and needy. Had she been with anyone while they’d been apart?

Dev rinsed his hair and body, stepping out onto the damp floor towel. Then he grabbed the bath towel and dried himself as well as he could. Already, his dick was semi-hard again. He needed to stop thinking about Amberly masturbating, her long legs spread for her hand.

Wrapping the towel around his hips, he stepped out of the bathroom, eyes going straight to Amberly on the bed. She was staring up at the ceiling, hands folded over her stomach.

“I hope I gave you enough time to do what you needed to do,” Dev said, feeling a little vindictive. He doubted she’d pleasured herself after he’d left. “I jacked off in the shower, but if you need anything, just let me know. I could go for a round two. I’ve missed your pretty…”

“Stop it, Devlin,” she snapped, rolling onto her side. “We’re not like that, anymore.”

“I’m just offering to help you out. We know how hard it can be.”

He grinned, leaving the pun for her. She huffed out a breath, but he could tell she was half-amused. “I’m going to sleep. I suggest you do too.”

Devlin knew they were in a serious situation, but needling Amberly had been a favorite pastime of his. She’d get madder and madder until she finally lashed out, then they’d have glorious make-up sex. It wasn’t as good as after-deployment sex, but damn close.

If they did sleep together, it was going to seriously mess with their emotions. He wasn’t even sure they should, he just knew he wanted to, and she wanted to. They’d been so good together…

Besides, if they were going to die on this mission, he wanted one more lovemaking session with her.

Dev pulled on a pair of underwear and lay down upon the mattress. It was lumpy, but smelled fresh, so he climbed beneath the sheets. It was a lot better than some places he’d slept over his lifetime.

Sliding his Beretta beneath his pillow, he rolled onto his side to watch her back. There was tension in the line of her spine, and she was guarding her breaths. She hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

He was very familiar with sexual frustration. It had prodded him every day since he’d been without her, and there were only so many times a man could masturbate. One session of lovemaking took the edge off better than anything, and the relaxation lasted longer. Twice he’d gone out with other women, but they hadn’t appealed to him in that way. Every second they were out, he’d felt like he was cheating on Amberly.

They were divorced on paper, but not in his heart. He doubted his heart would ever give her up.

They were in a hell of a pickle right now. She thought he was a treasonous asshole, the worst thing he could be in her eyes. She was a diehard patriot, and would never forgive him for violating what she held dear.

If he told her about the black ops CIA team, he wasn’t even sure she’d believe him. It was such a far-fetched story.

Tomorrow, they would go figure out why this school was important. And maybe she’d take a chance on him again.

Amberly slept like shit.Images of Devlin climbing into the bed and making love with her plagued her sleep, and she woke suddenly with her hand down her panties, a gentle orgasm rolling over her. The room was dim and she doubted Devlin was awake, so she removed her hand and let her heartbeat and breathing settle.

This randy need was going to be the death of her. At almost forty, she should have been able to control her libido. She needed to focus on what they were here for, not her sexy ex-husband.

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