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But instead…
I watch.
I admire as she grinds on me, rolling her hips. Her mouth parted. Her hands dragging down her own body like she doesn’t even need me, like she’s enough for herself. And she is.
She’s fucking magnificent in her own right.
It’s infuriating. Addictive. Beautiful.
And she has no idea what she’s just unleashed.
I grip her thighs hard and drag her forward, pressing her down on my cock that’s still painfully trapped behind my zipper.
She gasps, her nails biting into my shoulders.
She can feel how hard I am for her. I want her to know how fucking crazed she makes me, more than anyone else ever has in the world.
“You want to dance, wife?” I growl. “Then fucking dance.”
She moves again, slower now, her pussy grinding against my restraint.
But I’m done watching.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, not being able to take one second longer of this torture.
I’ve just found my weakness.
I reach up, grab the back of her neck, and yank her mouth to mine.
And everything ignites.
Chapter 32
STEPHANIE
The kiss is everything I never knew I needed.
He leads, I submit. With his hand around my throat, his cock pressing against my pussy as I grind against him.
I want to touch him, to take some control back, but I don’t. Because I know the second I do, I’ll break the spell.
And I should, because this isn’t right.
Married or not, he is not mine. And I am not his.
But right now, it feels like we belong to no one but this moment. His fingers trail along my thigh, and I shiver.
“I knew my wife wanted me,” he whispers against my lips.
Then he bites down—hard enough to draw blood.
“Ouch. Fuck.” I pull back and wipe the warm liquid from my lip.
He shakes his head, swiping the blood away with the tip of his finger.
My stomach flips.
My mouth drops open as he sucks it clean.
