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Sully grins wickedly. It’s such a beautiful sight. He sits up, wrapping an arm around me, and rolls his tongue over my nipple. Then he kisses across my chest and gives the opposite one the same treatment. He repeats this move, alternating between my breasts and making me crazy with want.
Tingles dance up my spine and through my extremities. “I think I could come from this alone.”
“Oh yeah?” He bites down on one peak, and I bow back, a loud moan escaping me. Holy shit, maybe I really will come like this. Especially with the way he’s gently rocking beneath me. I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it. He’s as turned on as I am, creating the most delicious friction while he licks and sucks.
“God, Sully,” I mumble. “You feel so good.”
He twirls his tongue around my nipple again and hums, the sound reverberating against my skin. “You’re fucking delicious, sweetheart. I love having you in my lap, moaning for me.”
“Take my panties off. I want to feel your cock.”
He pulls back and grins. “I’d love to.”
It takes a little—probably un-sexy—maneuvering, but after a few wiggles and grunts, the panties are gone, as are his boxers. Finally, it’s just us in the dark, peaceful room, me on his lap again, his warm length hard between my thighs. I crane forward and kiss my husband. It’s second nature, a move so familiar and easy. Yet my heart rate ratchets up as I do, because this man drives me completely wild. He always has. Letting go of my inhibitions like this with him again is the sweetest kind of relief.
“Now what do you want?” he asks, his eyes blazing with need, not only for my body but for my thoughts.
“I need you to fuck me.” The words come easily and without question. “I need you to remind me that I’m yours and you’re not going anywhere.”
He squeezes my thigh, his face softening. “You are mine, sweetheart. And I’ll only ever be yours. Now put me inside you, and don’t you dare take your eyes off us for one moment.”
I brace myself on my knees and do as he says, gripping him at his base and guiding him inside me. And I don’t look away for even a moment as he reminds me of exactly who we are to one another. As he brings me a peace I haven’t known in a very long time. As we both shatter in ecstasy, again and again.
Chapter 25
Sully
“We need you to find a person we can both have sex with.”
I blink at the women in front of me. The couple walked in ten minutes ago, explaining that there was a complication with their divorce. I’ve heard so many absurd things from clients over the years. Enough that by now, I’m mostly immune to the crazy shit that comes out of my clients’ mouths. Yet here I am, at a loss for words as I replay the conversation in my head.
In the fifteen-plus years that I’ve been practicing, I can’t say I’ve ever been asked to arrange for a client to have an affair.
I must be wrong about what they want.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”
“We want to get divorced under the grounds of infidelity.”
I nod automatically, though my mind still spins. Typically, when a client comes in and mentions infidelity, they’re either spitting mad or sobbing, not smiling and batting their lashes at me and their spouse.
I glance from one woman to the other, confounded by how calm they are.
“We aren’t comfortable lying about infidelity on the certification,” one woman says. “We’d feel more comfortable using it if it were true.”
“Right,” I agree. Because perjury is never a good idea.
The other woman leans forward. “But we’ve realized that our marriage isn’t working, and we want to separate on good terms.”
Another nod. I’m still with them at this point.
“So we need you to find a man we can both sleep with.”
My lips turn down without my permission. They lost me again.
The one on the left puts a hand on the desk and rushes through an explanation. “We wouldn’t be jealous, because neither of us would enjoy it. And if we slept with the same person, then we’d each understand the other’s experience.” Her expression brightens. “And then we wouldn’t have to lie.”
I blink down at the yellow legal pad in front of me. I’ve taken no notes because I don’t have the first clue what I’d jot down.Find a male prostitute?Bloody hell. I take a breath. As I exhale, an idea comes to me.
