He’s so hot and intense, right there in the middle of the room. Everyone else is falling all over themselves to please him, but he has eyes only for me.
I didn’t want to come on this bachelorette weekend away. I prefer a quiet life and these girls are too wild for me, but I’m about to get a lesson in just how wild I can get.
When tonight’s entertainment shows up he’s hot and handsome. Baring his all in front of everyone while they drool over his chiseled physique.
When he looks at me I melt. When I see him move I feel cravings I never knew existed for me. When I watch him I want him, and I know that he wants me.
And in a quiet moment while everyone else is distracted I go to him. Not to have him but to be near him. Just to feel his presence standing over me.
He has other ideas.
Pushing me up against something firm and kissing me. Running his hands up and down my body and feeling me. Making me moan in ways my husband never could.
I know this is wrong but I can’t help myself. I know this is cheating but I want to say yes. I want to give in to this feeling, to this experience that is making me feel alive for the first time in my whole life.
I just can’t get caught.
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“Is that what you came out here for?” he asked, “To give me some extra cash and to talk to me about books?”
It wasn’t, not by a long shot. I’d known when I grabbed the cash and snuck outside that I was searching for a reason to spend more time with him. To know whether my fantasy and my thoughts could become reality.
But I couldn’t tell him that. I’d never dreamed of being unfaithful to Jacob, even if my heart wanted it to be true.
I turned to this man, staring up at his face warm in the far light of the house. I stepped back and he stepped forward and I felt the side of his car press against my back.
“Um,” was all I could say, answering his question, “Yes.”
Yes, I was only out here to be nice. Yes, I was a good and faithful wife. No, I’d never think of doing anything with him. No, I didn’t have imaginings about his hard body pressed against mine.
Yes I wanted this, as he stepped up to me and put his hand on the roof of his car. As the scent of his sweat slipped into my nostrils and made me dizzy just like the sight of him had before.
“Are you sure?” he asked me, one last chance to make my stand and maintain my fidelity.
Oh god, what you must think of me when I tell you that I failed.
I was the one who kissed him, practically throwing myself at this man. Launching off of his car and wrapping my arms around his neck as my lips sought his with the urgency of a woman long denied.
I threw myself at him, the distant sounds of the music from the house playing in my ears a reminder that I could lose everything if only one of them came looking for me but thinking for the first time maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Maybe this was what I needed all along, to throw caution to the wind and throw myself into the arms of a man like this. A man who was after only one thing, who wanted to possess me because he needed to possess me. Maybe it was enough to have passion alone.
Maybe that was enough to quiet the voices in my heart.
He didn’t waste any time, pressing back on me and pinning me against the car. His hands were on my waist and they lifted me up, pressing me between two hard and firm bodies as I felt the growl rumble up from his chest.
“Yes,” I moaned as his lips moved from my lips to my neck. As they pressed down and bore down on me and tasted me with a fervent urgency.
His hands were roaming but his body kept me in a tight position. All I could do was squirm against him as he steadily worked at my body beneath my clothes.
There was a fire in me the likes of which I hadn’t felt in years. I could imagine myself back there in that lodge with just Jacob and I, but I didn’t want to.
I wanted to be right here with this man. This man whose name I didn’t even know. Who didn’t want to know mine and who only wanted the warmth of my body.
He kissed his way down to the tops of my breasts and then back up to my lips, pressing his tongue into my mouth for a single urgent moment before pulling back and confessing his sins.
“I’m so glad you decided to come find me,” he whispered in my ear, “You were the hottest one in that room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you the whole time I was in there and I know that you knew it. Every woman that touched me I wished was you. Every moment I spent there was torture because I couldn’t have you then and there.”
“I’m married,” I told him, confessing my own sins to him.
“I don’t give a damn,” he said, “If you’re here with me that means he isn’t satisfying you, and any man that doesn’t satisfy a woman like you is no man at all.”