Page 89 of The Wife Situation

“No, thank you,” I say, kicking off my shoes.

Then, I open my suitcase and pull out something to sleep in.

“I can feel you staring,” I say with my back toward him.

I know he’s watching me. He always is.

“The difference between me and you is, I’m not ashamed.”

I glance at him over my shoulder, meeting his eyes.

Fuck.I cannot handle him looking at me likethat.

“Good night, Easton.”

“Good night, Lexi.”

He lifts a brow, as if waiting for me to say something, but no words come. I turn away from him, not daring to get captured in his delicious web.

When the door closes behind him, I wiggle out of my pants and thin sweater, sliding on an old, faded T-shirt I’ve had for years.

I turn off the light and slip between the silk sheets, staring at the vaulted ceiling in a house tucked into the mountains. Everything about Easton fills my thoughts, and I squeeze my thighs together as my body begs for a release.

I haven’t touched myself in months, but right now, as I envision his blue eyes watching me and his mouth on me, I slide my fingers between my legs. My pussy is slick, and I slam my eyes shut as I rub gently against my clit.

A whimper escapes me as I imagine him hovering above me. My heart races, and I’m already so worked up that if I don’t pull away, I’ll come. And Iwantto come. Ineedto come.

I think about him in the other room, grabbing his thick cock and stroking it to the thought of me, and I dip one finger inside my pussy. I’m wet, and I need more, so I give myself a second finger.

“Easton,” I whisper. His name falls from my lips like a prayer.

My body tenses, and as I’m about to spill over the edge, I hear a knock on the door.

“Lexi?” Easton asks from the other side.

I try to suck in air to speak, but my breathing is so ragged that I’m nearly gasping out.

“Mmhmm?” I urge, then cover my mouth.

Every rustle of the sheet as my hand moves is enhanced, so I slow my pace. I’m about to explode, but I hold off.

“I thought I heard something. Do you need any help?”

Fuck, if he only knew what he could help me with right now, in this very moment.

The thoughts of him turning the knob and climbing into bed with me are almost too much. I want his lips and tongue and eyes on me. The fantasy could be a reality.

“No,” I pant out, slowly returning to my cunt, knowing he’s on the other side of that door as I teeter on the edge to thoughts of him.

“Are you sure?” I hear something in his voice.Desire.

My hand falls back to my clit, rubbing torturous circles as my body begs for release. And then it happens; the orgasm takes hold, and I come so fucking hard that my vision blurs. My pussy pulses and it nearly rips me to shreds.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“Mmm. Good night, darling,” he growls.

And I realize what he’s doing to me—getting under my skin.

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