Page 74 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight

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“Now’s the time to fuck me.”

He jerks, eyes flashing to mine.

And I watch the leash snap.

He fucks me, hard and fast and deep, his thrusts so powerful he has to keep me in place with a hand on my shoulder and another on my hip.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel it, to know that challenge of his is going to be accomplished.

It builds in my middle, bigger, bigger, bigger?—

Until implosion.

“Gray!” I cry out, convulsing around the hard intrusion of him, grinding against his pelvis, clutching at his shoulders as it tears through me.

Not gentle.

Intense.

Incinerating.

And renewed when I hear him groan, “Fuck, Red,” and his strokes go wild, his own orgasm taking him under.

He collapses on top of me, breaths erratic, his lips trailing over my ear, my throat, my jaw.

And I can feel his smile.

Know he’s going to tease me about that challenge being completed.

And I so don’t care.

Because that was…good.

I hold him close, the only sound the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

Only…the pounding doesn’t go away, even as my breathing evens out.

And when I look to the side, I see why.

My heart lurches, embarrassment threatening, but I can’t bring myself to regret this moment with Gray…

Not even when I see the furious woman standing on the other side of the kitchen window.

Twenty-Five

Gray

One second, I’m in fucking heaven.

The next, the nightmare that’s my life has reemerged.

“Get up,” I order, levering myself off Faye and yanking up my sweats.

Her head is turned away from mine, cheeks flushed in what, minutes ago, I would have said was because she was aroused.

Now…it’s embarrassment.

And horror.

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