Page 48 of A Linton Scandal

He chuckled but there wasn’t any laughter in his voice. “They thought I killed my wife when she was found dead. I, of course, had an alibi and a good lawyer, but that didn’t stop the talk. I figured fighting the killer accusation was more important than the rumors of her infidelity.”

I shook my head. “That’s terrible.”

“Well, I’m actually surprised you’re not running for the hills after hearing about it,” Mihai said.

“You’re not someone who’d kill an innocent woman,” I said, meeting his gaze directly. “I know you can be ruthless, and I’m sure that if someone crossed the line, you’d do what you have to, but killing someone over cheating? Especially when you said yourself it wasn’t a marriage of love. I can’t see it. You wouldn’t get anything out of it.”

He stared at me for a long moment before he reached out and undid my seat belt. With his eyes still on mine he grabbed my waist and pulled me over to him.

“Do you know that it took more than my word alone to convince my mother and father I hadn’t plotted against my ex-wife?” he said. I could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I don’t know what to say, when you believe me so easily.”

It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it that made my heart pound in anticipation. He leaned in and brushed his nose against mine and tilted his head letting his warm breath brushed my right ear. “It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

I shivered. “You’re not.”

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine. “What if I wanted to take advantage of you right now?”

I bit my lip, feeling his hand brush against my thigh and slip under my dress. Breathless, I said, “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Good.” He took my lips in a fierce kiss.

My stomach burned with need as he continued drawing his hand up to my panties, which weren’t any sort of defense for his probing fingers. I sucked in a quick inhale as they drifted under the flimsy cloth and caressed my pussy.

“I love how you’re always ready for me,” he whispered to me before taking my lips once more. His fingers parted my pussy and delved inside, twisting so they pressed against my clit. I grabbed his wrist.

“Mihai.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling him to stop or asking him to stop teasing me.

He lifted his head; his eyes darkened to the color of a storm. The car’s steady movement had become background noise to our current situation. “Let me,” he gruffly demanded.

I loosened my hold of his wrist and let him continue. I dropped my head to his shoulder as he stroked and played. I could feel myself growing more and more slick. His fingers flicked and rubbed against my clit, as he moved his lips to my neck and nibbled.

I bit my lip hard trying to keep my moans in, my eyes grew wet as my orgasm slowly started to spread from my core to my thighs until it reached my toes.

His movements grew rougher until I tightened my thighs and started moving my hips against his hands. I gasped as I felt my orgasm run through me.

“Shit, I can’t wait.”

Mihai removed his hand and in a dizzying movement pulled me into his lap, luckily the limo had a high enough roof, or this would have been awkward.

We fumbled with his pants unzipping him, and I could feel the shape of his hard penis against his pants. Within a few seconds, he pulled it out and I lifted high enough so that it could slip inside.

Both of us released groans as he stretched me out. I should have been worried about the driver hearing us, but the minute he lifted his hips those worries disappeared from my mind.

Mihai

Fucking Juliette had become my favorite pass time. She held me like a glove inside her warm silken heat. I watched as she rode me, her hands placed on either side of my head on the back seat. Her pussy juices slide down, I was sure they were going to stain my suit pants, not that I gave a fuck.

I gripped her ass in my hands slowly guiding her up and down. Her eyes were closed, and her forehead was creased. I could never get sick of this.

I’d wanted to whisper words of love to her and promise her jewels, and anything else my lust fogged brain could think of, but I knew it wasn’t time yet. When she’d told me what she overheard my biggest worry was she’d draw away from me and see me as some monster.

I’d counted on her not believing me, but as usual Juliette surprised me. Her clear gaze showed me she hadn’t once suspected me of doing something to Willa.

I’d planned on telling her about the truth about my son, but I’d always found myself hesitating. Now that she’d learned about half of it, I could only be relieved at having her in hands as my wife. The way the passing overhead lights flickered across her skin made it shine with warmth. I kissed along her collar bone, as her hips grinded against mine.

“Open your eyes,” I ordered. I wanted to see everything, and I wanted to see her eyes.

“Juliette,” I called her name.

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