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I may have fucked up in the past but right now, I can fill big shoes. Because I’m filling the shoes that are right for her.

I move my fingers faster. Our tongues duel and twist. Valentina’s nails dig into my back while her other hand grips at the couch for something to hold on to.

Hold on to me, I want to tell her.I’ll take care of you. I’ll bring you all the way home.

But I can’t voice the words because I don’t want to break our kiss. I don’t want to disrupt this moment that is too damn beautiful.

I don’t want to lose Valentina. I don’t want to lose this with my wife.

And I already almost did. I almost cost myself the greatest gift of my life.

Valentina’s body breaks apart on an orgasm that rocks through her. She arches, pressing her breasts up into my chest. I feel her pussy clench and tighten around my fingers, followed by a rush of her heat that I’m desperate to lick up.

I slow my movements to help her ride out her orgasm. When she’s finished, I pull my fingers out slowly and gaze into her eyes. She looks bewildered, shattered, spent, and so fucking satisfied. I bring my fingers up to drag her arousal over her lips. Then, I dip my mouth, kiss her mouth clean, and groan from how fucking sweet she tastes.

I’m working my pants down my hips and thighs. My cock is hard and already weeping for her. I want nothing more than to push into her, claim her, and finally feel like I’m home.

I fist my cock with her arousal slick on my hand, and her eyes widen. She pushes up on an elbow, her hair a dark curtain around her shoulders, and sucks in an inhale.

“Are you ready for me, Lena?” I ask, already positioned at her entrance.

Her eyes meet mine and the fear that sparks in her irises gives me pause.

Her mouth drops open, her chest heaves, and she shakes her head the tiniest bit. “Wait.”

Chapter16

Valentina

He pausesthe second the word is out of my mouth.

I feel so guilty, I wish I could die from shame on the spot. Instead, Avery releases his cock, presses his hands to his thighs, and waits. He stares at me, and I fumble my words, knowing he deserves the truth and having no clue how to tell him.

The past flickers through my mind, disorienting and confusing.

Dane’s crooked grin. The way he could make my heart feel like bursting with just one look. The self-doubt that would creep in when I wouldn’t hear from him. And then, that last look. The one before he ruined everything. When his eyes met mine and he looked like he…cared. Like, maybe, he even loved me.

This isn’t that. This isn’t anything like that.

Dane isn’t Avery. I know this. And yet…and yet my chest squeezes and I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Overwhelmed.

“Wait,” I repeat, shaking my head and pressing a hand against Avery’s chest.

Concern flashes in his eyes, turning them stormy. Worried.

He shifts his weight, and I note that his cock, rock hard moments ago, begins to soften.

Panic blazes through me. Then, guilt. Guilt that expands until it’s choking me, threatening to snuff me out.

How can I leave him in this state after everything he just made me feel?

Mere minutes ago, I was soaring. Reaching and cresting and coming apart in the most delicious way imaginable. My body felt worshiped, my mind at ease, and my heart…safe.

And yet…

“I can’t do this with you,” I murmur, unable to meet his eyes.

I don’t want to see the disappointment. The hurt. Maybe even anger? I don’t want to witness Avery’s reaction because I told him to start this. I wanted him to kiss me. And now, I don’t know what the hell I want.

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