Page 57 of Second Chance Husband

I held back my frown considering his thoughts were on the same path as mine, and yet, not truly. Not when I was down another path as well. Because I wasn’t sure if August saw himself in them. When it was all I could do not to see my own life and choices there.

“Well, it seems today we’re just going to eat some cake, drink some champagne, and try to hope for the best. There’s nothing else you can really do, is there?”

He shook his head, his hands falling from mine, so they were on my hips. I sighed and leaned into him.

“Maybe we should just run away. They won’t even notice I’m gone.”

I snorted. “I’m pretty sure they’ll notice. They may be very much into each other, but they’re going to notice if their son isn’t there.”

“They’ve got two other sons, a daughter, and a couple of grandkids. Not sure they need me.”

“Well, if that’s the case, let me go put on some pants and I’ll start up the car.”

He let out a grumbling noise, his hands sliding up my bare thigh. I moaned, sliding my thighs together.

“Why the hell aren’t you wearing panties?” He groaned, his hand moving to cup my bare ass.

“I will be wearing panties when I put on my dress. But I’m just wearing my robe. And it’s the two of us. I didn’t feel like putting on clothes.”

He leaned back a little, his hands still on my ass, spreading me slightly so his finger played between my cheeks. And then his other hand moved up to tug on the top of my robe, baring one breast.

“Well, it seems that somebody wanted to be a little naughty.”

I rolled my eyes, even as my core pulsed, and my nipples pebbled. “There was nothing naughty about it. Just getting ready for the day.”

“Or maybe you’re just ready for me. You know, to keep my mind off things.” And when his fingers slid between my legs, dipping inside me, I let my head fall back, groaning.

“August, we don’t have time.”

“I can be quick. Just a quick snack. They’ll never know.”

He leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth.

I moaned, my hands digging into his shirt. “I’ll ruin your clothes.”

“I’ll be good. Don’t worry.”

And then he was on his knees, my robe long gone, and I was straddling his face. His tongue slid along my entrance, one lick, then another. I gripped the edge of the door, keeping myself steady as he held my thighs in his hands and began to lick at me as if he were a man starving.

“You’re so fucking sweet. Soft.”

He slid his hands along the inner creases of my thighs, his thumbs playing with my lower lips, then my clit. When his fingers pressed deep inside me and curled to find that one bundle of nerves that always made everything go white, my toes curled, and I let out a shocked breath.

“August.”

“That’s it. Say my name.”

He went back to lapping at me, using his other finger to play with my ass, sliding in and out, the sensation all too much. When I came, toes curling, he caught me as I fell. And then I was somehow on my knees, the sound of his belt undoing hitting my ears in such a way that I had to arch my back.

“There it is, you’re all ready for me. Like a good little girl.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already.”

“As my lady wishes.”

He slid into me in one thrust, his cock thick and long deep inside me, stretching me.

The feel of his pants against my bare thighs was a sensation unfamiliar, and yet so thrilling that it nearly sent me over the edge. He had my hips in his hands, holding me tightly, but not oh so gently. And when he slammed into me again and again, I met him thrust for thrust, my ass in the air as I continued to want more.

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