Page 43 of Target

Target confuses me and he brings out a side of me that I am not comfortable with. I like things simple and easy in life, and I am not sure that him being close to his ex-wife is something I can handle.

He has told me that they have not been intimate for many years, but I have seen them together twice and I can’t help but catch a vibe between them. Hell, the first time I saw them together he kissed her on the lips.

What does her husband think of that side of their relationship?

I double-check the locks on the doors, then turn the main light off, turning on a lamp, which casts the room in a soft ambiance. Then I sit on the corner of the sofa, putting somecooking show on the TV. Making sure the volume is down low, so I can hear the children if needed, I read my book.

My eyes grow heavy after a while, I see that it is past midnight before sleep takes me.

I hear my name on a whisper, then a little louder as my body is nudged and my eyes spring open, then focus on Kohen looming over me.

“Hey, you fell asleep.” I sit up, almost causing our heads to collide but luckily he moves back enough.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I was reading, and I must have dozed off.”

“Hey, it is okay. The kids are sound asleep, babe.” He soothes my panic, with a smile, brushing the hair back off my face.

“What were you reading?” He arches an eyebrow and my panic ramps up; I quickly reach for it but he is quicker.

Damn it.

Oh, shit.

He opens the drive and it now hits me that I should have added a freaking passcode so he could not see what I was reading.

I sit, nibbling at my lip while his lips move as his eyes trace across the screen, reading the words of the scene I was into before I fell asleep.

He looks to me, a smirk on his lush lips, then he goes back to reading. After a few minutes of me inwardly panicking that he will think I am some kinky woman, he locks the Kindle, and sets it on the coffee table before bringing his heated gaze to me.

Oh, those are some dark, sexy eyes right now. My breath hitches in my throat, as he moves forward. He is so close that his hot breath brushes over my lips, making me shiver.

“You like this?” I nod. “You read about two men fucking the same woman. Sharing her, then they fuck each other.” I swallow, then nod.

My body comes alive when he leans in that bit more, pressing his lips against mine.

“Would you like me to share you with another man, baby? The both of us making you cry out, while one fucks your pussy, and the other fucks your ass.”

Fucking hell, that escalated rather quickly.

He licks my bottom lip, and my body trembles from that one lick.

“Yes,” slips free before I can stop it. My face heats up, and I close my eyes so that I do not have to see the way he is looking at me.

A boyfriend in college looked at me like I grew a second head when I offered for his friends to join us. Safe to say that I got dumped the next day, and even Wayne had some choice words about my likes in the bedroom.

He growls, smashing his mouth against mine. I squeak and he slips his tongue inside of my mouth, his hands gripping me. He moves so fast that one second I am sitting on the sofa and the next I am straddling his hips, my skirt pushed up my thighs.

He takes my mouth again, his hands gripping my ass, his fingers flexing against the globes.

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to slip inside of you right now.” His throaty voice slides over my skin, making me melt and my panties damp.

“So do it,” I say before I can stop any thought that this might be a bad idea.

He looks at me for a beat then he reaches up, removing my glasses from my face.

“I will fuck you in just these one day, baby.” His voice is thick with desire, and my nipples react to the sound as it vibrates through me.

“This needs to come off.” He helps me out of my T-shirt, dropping it to the side, then his eyes take me in, roaming over the lace bra.

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