Page 33 of Second Chance Husband

“I’m glad Jacob’s not here.”

I blinked, swallowing hard. The energy in the room had shifted, and I had to wonder if I’d had too much to drink at this point. No, my reflexes were still there. But something had changed.

“Why? Dakota seemed nice.” There. That was gracious.

He shook his head. “Yeah. Too nice for me.”

“You are nice too, August. Even when you’re an asshole.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Paisley.”

“It doesn’t have to make any sense. I just want to drink my wine in peace.”

“And take over my bathroom?” he asked, moving closer.

“Our bathroom. Mine for now.”

“So you think you can just get naked in our bathroom, sink into bubbles, and pretend I don’t fucking care?”

The glass nearly fell out of my hands, and he took it from me, setting in on the counter.

“What are you talking about, August?”

“I’m going to do something that’s going to be a really big fucking mistake.”

“August.”

Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on mine, and I was letting it happen. Without hesitation.

Somehow his hands were pulling on my robe, and I was tugging on his shirt, his taste bursting on my tongue.

It was odd to think that his taste was so familiar, and yet so different.

Because I had married this man. He had been my first, my first everything. I had let him kiss and touch every inch of my body.

But in this moment, he wasn’t that person. Nor was I the same woman as before. This was familiar and yet new. And this was such a mistake. A mistake I didn’t hate.

But I was so tired, so tired of being alone, pretending I didn’t want someone to touch me.

So I let him.

And when he ran his lips down my jaw, I arched my chin up so he could lick down my neck, sucking and tasting. When my robe fell to the floor, cool air slid over my skin, my nipples pebbling, goosebumps washing over my flesh.

“Paisley, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Just don’t talk,” I whispered.

He raised a brow at me.

“Really?”

“Not right now. Because then I’ll remember how wrong this is. How we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re right. I won’t talk. I just need a taste.”

And then he was on his knees, and his mouth was on my pussy.

I clenched, my hands gripped the side of the sink, and my knees went weak as he licked at my pussy, spreading me.

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