Page 11 of The Side Deal
I drop the phone on the passenger seat. It’s time to go home and find out how much my husband wanted this.
Chapter 4
The house is silent when I come inside from the garage. The familiar lemon and fresh flower scent should calm me, but all I can smell is sex on my skin. My thighs are sticky with a stranger’s cum, and I’m walking into the house not totally sure how my husband is going to react. Please, please, please be okay with this.
“Shannon?” Robert’s voice calls from upstairs, tight with urgency.
“I’m home.” My voice sounds husky, unfamiliar.
I kick my heels off in the entryway and climb the stairs slowly, pausing in the bedroom doorway.
Robert sits on our bed, still in his tuxedo pants and unbuttoned shirt. His bow tie hangs loose around his neck. Hiseyes widen as they travel over me—lingering on the hickey, wrinkled dress, and smudged mascara.
“Holy shit.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Look at you.”
I stay in the doorway. “What do you see?”
Robert stands slowly. “I see...” His gaze travels from my tangled hair to my bare feet. “I see my wife. Really see her. For the first time in years.”
I step forward. The air crackles with tension. “And?”
“And she’s fucking magnificent.”
My chest tightens. I move closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Tell me.” His voice is rough. His fingers reach for the strap of my dress but stop just short of touching me. “Tell me everything that happened.”
I smile slowly. “Everything? That will take some time.”
His hands finally slide up my bare arms, giving me goosebumps. “We have all night, and I want every detail.”
His mouth claims mine, and I taste whiskey and desperation. His hands tangle in my hair—hair that another mangripped an hour ago. Robert’s touch feels both familiar and new, as if we’re meeting for the first time.
When we break apart, we’re both breathless. Robert’s eyes are dark with something I haven’t seen in years—unadulterated desire. Not the comfortable affection we’ve fallen into but raw hunger.
“The casino,” he prompts, his thumb tracing my jawline. “Start there.”
My stomach flutters. “I caught the manager’s eye. His name is Tony. He took me to his office.” My voice drops. “He thought I couldn’t cover my gambling debt.”
Robert’s breath catches. “You didn’t tell him you could?”
“He had no idea who I was.” A thrill runs through me. “He offered me an alternative arrangement.”
“Fucking hell,” Robert mutters, his hands tightening on my hips.
“He told me to strip,” I continue, my voice growing more confident. “So I did. Right there in front of his desk.”
Robert groans and pulls me flush against him. His erection presses against my stomach. “Then what?”
“He spanked me. Hard.”
Robert stills. His eyes search mine. “Did you like it?”
I nod slowly, expecting judgment. Instead, his pupils dilate with excitement. “Show me how you were positioned.”
I turn and lift my hair, exposing the back of my neck. Robert slides the zipper down slowly. The fabric pools at my feet. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing panties.
I leave my bra on and move to the bed, bending over the side. I glance over my shoulder to watch him.
