Page 30 of Illicit Temptation

“Feel free to...enjoy yourself.” She goes quiet. “Have you been with anyone since August?”

“Nothing’s changed since August. I told you then I want to stay married.”

“We can’t...”

At another light, I turn around and grab her knee. “Relax, wife.”

“Stop saying that.” She dumps her head in her hands.

Shea is stunningly beautiful, but she looks tired and worn out. So, I keep quiet and pay attention to the narrow two-lane road that veers off to a single lane headed for the oceanfront.

I will away my hard-on for Shea and settle into the seat. Without asking, I tap the media button to listen to music. A deep voice comes through the speaker:

“Jesus Christ, princess,” I growl a deep guttural moan. “Your mouth feels fucking magical.” I pull my long, hard cock all the way out, the glistening skin making me nuts. But I thrust back in, hitting the back of her throat. I fuck her mouth until I’m sweating, trickles dripping into my ass crack. Struggling to breathe, I bite out, “This fucking mouth is so hot, the way you suck and strangle me. This is the best damn blow job of my life. I’ve wanted to shove my dick in your mouth the first time youkissed me, and I felt what that damn wicked tongue can do.”

I yank the SUV off the road, my breathing ragged, and my dick hardened to steel all over again. Turning around to face Shea in the back, I mutter, “Whatin fuck’s sake is that?”

She fumbles with her phone. “Oh God, my Bluetooth connected to the car by mistake.”

I notice white Bluetooth buds in her ears. “I thought you were on the phone.”

She bites her lower lip, looking at me. “No, I was...catching up on my latest audiobook.”

I glance at the media console.Carnal Midnight.Chapter Three. ChapterThree? And he’s got his dick down her throat? What the hell am I missing?

“Play that back,” I say, feeling myself go off the rails.

She laughs. “No. Not while you’re driving. It... It gets more intense.”

“You’ve listened to this before?”

“Not this. But others in the series. After the...blow job, the guy...”

I vividly remember the last time my cock was in a woman’s mouth. It was Shea’s. Staring at her and her luminous beauty my entire sexual past fades from my memory. And there’s no one else. There’s only Shea.

“The guy does what?” I challenge her, rubbing a dick that can now punch a hole through my pants.

“He...fucks her.” She swallows roughly, her throat working, tempting me to climb into the back seat and give her what we both want.

There’s little I can do on the side of the road when her wide-ass SUV hangs partly in the street and cars are going around us, narrowly missing oncoming traffic. Unless I want an accident or worse, deaths on my hand, and not just my own from the heart attack I’m about to have, I offer Shea a brief answer.

“Good for him.” I clear my throat and mutter, “My princess is into smut.”

Princess.That’s what the guy on the tape with the velvet voice called the woman he was throat fucking.

We drive the rest of the way in silence, me keeping the media off so I don’t get another dose of Shea’s savage taste for filth. I tap in the code on the front panel in her driveway and the wooden gate swings open.

“Lachlan gave you my code?” Shea asks, her voice pitching up.

“I got your entire security file.” I glance behind me and smile.

“File? All my passwords? Even my phone?”

“Especially your phone. Don’t even think of downloading a dating app to replace Crest.”

She snorts at that. “A dating app. I feel bad for the poor bastard who gets matched up with me.”

I cackle, even if I don’t love the self-deprecating humor. “Me too, since I’d have to kill him. No one’s dating my wife. But I assume you think that because you’re an O’Rourke.”

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