Page 61 of The Rebound Plan

“A long time ago. Not usually my thing.” Russ’s gaze is scorching hot as he drags it across my face, taking his time before he makes eye contact with my husband. “You do this a lot?”

Do you whore out your wife?The unspoken question paints my bare skin, shame sliding into every nook and cranny.

“Never.” Max smirks. “Not with Shannon, anyway.”

My head whips around and I glare at him. As far as I know, the answer is no, never. When we started dating, he was Mr. Strait-Laced. He hated what he learned about my sexual past, so I stopped sharing. It didn’t matter. I chose him because he was different. I chose him for his stability and simplicity, because he thought I was pretty and wanted me all to himself.

I thought I would like that possessive vibe.

But Max didn’t wantme. He only wanted to keep anyone else from having me. We don’t have a sex life that in any way would lead us to a threesome. He’s lying to Russ to show off.

And now he looks at me, his gaze glittering in the moon light. “Maybe it’s time to tick a few more things off that list of experiences you’ve had that I haven’t.”

That’s the worst reason in the world to do this. I shake my head. “Don’t do this.”

“Why not? You’ve done it before.”

“Not like this.” My voice cracks.

“But you like being watched, don’t you?” He pushes his hand down the front of my bikini this time, and Russ’s gaze follows.

Pinned down and helpless, I can’t deny my physical reaction to this situation I would never have chosen for myself. But on the other hand, I like a lot of things that aren’t good for me.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching against his touch.

Russ’s attention snaps to my face. I can’t read his expression, because his back is to the moon, but I force myself not to duck my head, not to hide.

I am who I am. All this time I thought I was someone different, thought I’d shed that skin, but my husband has apparently never forgotten that my value is the good time I can offer someone else.

Tomorrow, I’m going to leave Max, and my world is going to implode.

Tonight, I’m going to make him give me what he never wanted to before—passion. Honest fucking passion. Even if it’s confusing. Even if it hurts.

“Where is everyone else?” I ask Russ, my words strained because Max is playing with my clit, because his teammate is watching him as he does that, because… because…

“They’re at the party. I walked back.” He swipes his hand over his mouth. “We’re alone. You can… I’ll watch, if you want.”

His words make my skin hot and tight.

“Turn around, hun.” Max tugs at the strings on my bottoms.

I twist as it falls away.

I wonder how much Russ sees before my back is to him again, and heat licks up my spine.

Max arranges me, making me straddle him, and he has his dick out. A condom, too, which makes me wonder if his plan all along was to fuck me after making his grotesque request.

It’s so hard to reconcile the sneering asshole who secretly judges everyone around him and the loving, horny man who is throbbing against my sex right now, eager to get inside me. Eager for his teammate to watch.

I wish I always had this Max, and not the other one.

“You feel good,” I whisper, wanting to encourage him.

“Louder, Shan. Let Russ hear you.”

Heat slaps my cheeks. That wasn’t for his teammate, that was for him.

The asshole is always right there under the surface.

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