Page 78 of Worth Every Risk

Was asking them to come on the boat really fucking stupid?

The next week passes in a blur of sex and Aries and dark nights and soft sheets. She’s always ready for me, her soft pink pussy so wet… every fucking time I touch it, she’s soaked. And the taste of her.Fuck.

I can hardly work because this obsession is taking over most of my brain space. I got her a new phone, but when she’s with Lucie, I don’t hear from her. It’s a good thing she’s not staring at a screen when caring for my daughter, but it makes the anticipation more acute. I’m always waiting for some word…

My phone buzzes on cue. It’s half seven, so Lucie’s already in bed. I’m working late.

I click open the phone.

Aries: My body misses you.

Before I can reply, a photo comes through.

Fuck me.

It’s a selfie of Aries. Her face is obscured and she’s wearing only underwear. She must have put a bra on just for this. Her full breasts spill out of it, and she’s tugging the cup down on one side, revealing a tight, pink nipple.Fuck me, again.I want to suck it.The curve of her waist is so feminine, so irresistible as it fills out to those hips, that arse… dimpled and soft, and those thighs that fit so perfectly around my neck when I eat her.

Aries: Want more?

Me: Yes. But this is a work phone. That wouldn't be a good idea.

Aries: I thought you were the boss.

Me: All communications are called in if there’s an issue.

Aries: So no sexting?

Me: No.

Aries: Come home then, before I change my mind and decide you’re too old and boring to fuck.

I chuckle before sliding my phone into my pocket and powering down my computer.

When I open the front door, the house is quiet. I pace into the hall in breathless anticipation, my dick already semi-hard at the thought that Aries is inside, waiting for me.

I walk into the drawing room to find a woman on the sofa. But it’s not the one I want to see.

Gemma is sitting in the midst of the designer cushions she chose, her long legs crossed, looking elegant in a trouser suit. Her shoes, with their stiletto heels and toes so pointed she could use them as weapons, poke out beneath. Her tight smile makes bile rise up my throat.

There is no way she should be letting herself into my home like this.

I hold out my hand. “Your key,” I demand. “I’ll have it back.”

She curls her fingers through the air. “My biometrics are still in your system, Matthew.” The way she says my full name makes my hackles rise.

“They won’t be after tonight. You can’t show up unannounced.”

Gemma rolls her eyes. “You think so little of me. I rang the bell. Your nanny let me in. She really is a very pretty girl. Young though. She must be ten years younger than you.”

“Why are you here? I thought you wanted a break from the kids all summer?”

She laughs. “Not the special occasions.” She uncrosses her legs, springing to her feet like a long-limbed gazelle. “Charlie’s coming home soon. And it’s his birthday. I’d like to throw the party at my house.”

“You do yours, I’ll do mine. He can have two separate parties.”

“No. We’ll combine. He’s turning seventeen. That’s a big deal, especially after last year. We barely acknowledged his sixteenth, given the divorce and all that."Fuck, she's right about that. “This year, I want us all to be together, like a family.”

“We aren’t one.”

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