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Is he on some kind of stimulant?I wrack my brain.Adderall? Ritalin?
Then, the tiniest thought slips in—unwelcome and terrifying.
Cocaine.
No.No.He wouldn’t do that…Would he?
I fix my gaze on him, watching. His fingers make their way farther up my thigh, and he strokes along the inseam of my pants.
Jesus.I jolt, sitting up straighter and quickly crossing my legs.
Suddenly, I don’t know what Jensen would or wouldn’t do anymore. All I know is this isn’t Oxy.
And it sure as hell isn’t Jensen.
Chapter Thirty-Six
ALLEY
THEN
The car ridehome is confusing. Jensen’s all over me—touching, kissing—I swear he’d do it right here in the back seat if I gave the okay.
Seven months ago I was begging for this—for him to touch me, flirt with me,wantme. If this had happened on New Year’s Eve, I would’ve stepped out of this cab blushing, satisfied, and with mussed-up hair.
That was before.
Before the Oxy.
Before the detoxing.
Before he became someone I hardly recognize.
This used to be in character for him, but now? It’s not. In fact, it’s so far off that I can’t stop thinking about it long enough to just let go and enjoy this. AndGod,I want to enjoy this.
His hand cups my breast, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. I can’t wait to get you home so I can eat your pussy.”
Holy hell.I shift in my seat, that tingly sensation spreading low in my core, a steady pulse building between my thighs.
Iwantthis. Iwantto feel good. I want—him.
His hand glides down my stomach, sliding between my legs as he strokes me. I’m pounding with need, aching for him.
“You like when I do that?” he whispers in my ear. “Just wait until I get you naked.”
He takes my hand in his and presses it against his bulging cock. “You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you? I want you so bad.”
He trails kisses down my jaw, my neck, his hand moving with precision. I’m so turned on I can’t even think straight. I know the driver can see us. He knows what’s happening. Part of me doesn’t care because I’ve been dying for this. I’ve been so lonely. Living with Jensen—without him.
I shove away the thoughts that tell me he’s high—shut out the images of him locked in the bathroom, doing God knows what. I close my eyes and give in to the sensations storming through every nerve in my body.
I’m knowingly choosing ignorance.
Just for this moment.
Just tonight.
I can wake up tomorrow still married to my drug addict husband. But right now? It’s just us in the back seat of the cab. And he’s so hot for me he can’t wait.
