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“Thomas… wait,” I beg and try to push him off me.

It just doesn’t excite me anymore, and I don’t want that. Not like this. Not when I have another man on my mind and can’t enjoy this. Damn it, I don’t want it like this! I want to have sex with my husband without feeling bad about it because that young asshole did things to me that still make me shake—and only by memory.

“I’m almost there,” Thomas gasps breathlessly and thrusts himself into me a little faster. “Oh God, that’s good!” he moans.

“Thomas, stop it!” I object and try to push him off me again.

“Wait… in a minute… I… fuck!” With that, Thomas thrusts himself deep inside me one last time, and I feel him come inside me.

Panting, he rests his sweaty forehead in the crook of my neck for a moment before he lets go of me and presses a fleeting kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“That was incredible, baby. We should do that more often. Clean yourself up, then come to the table. Now I’m even hungrier.”

Thomas grins ear to ear before giving me another pat on the bottom and leaving the stall and the room. I don’t even know what to say or think. It’s like I’m standing beside myself, staring at this bizarre situation. I wanted him to stop because I wasn’t enjoying it anymore, and for him, it was just the best sex of his life.

Completely speechless, I shake my head and leave the stall after relieving myself and freshening up as I stand in front of the mirror while washing my hands and looking at myself. It’s as if someone else is standing in front of me.

A moment ago, I was so full of lust and wanted to spend a lovely evening with Thomas, and now I feel empty. Is it because of you? Is it because you made me feel so much more in one evening than my husband has in twenty-one years?

I don’t know. Right now, I don’t know anything. I dry my hands and return to our table to spend the rest of the evening with my husband, listening to him as always, smiling, nodding, and laughing at his jokes. All his interest from earlier has completely evaporated. Thomas doesn’t ask me a single question for the rest of the evening.

I accept it and let the evening end with Thomas going to bed as soon as we get home. He doesn’t even ask if I enjoyed the evening. I feel invisible. But I decide to head to bed as well; I’ve had enough overthinking for today. But first, I need a quick shower.

After peeling myself out of the sinful black dress and putting my hair up, I stand in the shower and let the water run over my shoulders. I quickly clean myself and notice how everything tingles again as my pussy craves attention.

I’m briefly tempted to do it to myself, but Ezra clouds my thoughts again. He would press me against the tiles and have his way with me. I drop my hand in frustration and decide to clean myself and get out. I don’t begrudge him being right. So he won’t either.

I will go to bed and fall asleep quickly. There will be no sexy thoughts of the hot neighbor waiting for me in his bed to make me scream with ecstasy again. Who won’t ignore me and my needs like that and let me come first before he joins me for a second orgasm? Damn! Get out of my head, you bastard!

After throwing on one of my lace nightgowns, I lie down and try to do as I promised myself. But even after what feels like an eternity, I toss and turn, sighing. The throbbing between my legs gets worse and worse, and the louder Thomas snores, the more my patience threatens to break. My gaze wanders to Ezra’s house as if of its own accord. But it is in complete darkness. He’s probably already asleep or not even at home and was messing with me. He wanted to provoke me so that he’d be in my head, and damn it, he’s done it. I can’t think about anything else but how much I want him now.

Snorting, I get up and leave the bed, quietly sneaking downstairs. I turn off the alarm so I can slip back in later without being discovered. Then I slip out the front door and hurry over to his house. I have no idea what I’m doing here, but it doesn’t matter because as soon as I open his back door, which he has left open for me, and his familiar scent wafts into my nose, all thoughts are blown away, and my brain switches to autopilot.

Quietly, I creep through his dark house. The only light comes from outside, shining through the windows, casting faint shadows. I can barely make out his furnishings, noticing hardly anything. The house is almost empty. He hasn’t lived here long, and when he’s not at the club, he’s working on the house. There’s probably not much time for furniture shopping.

I pause for a moment in front of the stairs and look up. There’s no light on upstairs, either. Was it a mistake to come here?

Chapter Forty-Four

You took your time, Beauty.

Ithink I’m going to have to punish you for that…

When I saw your husband’s swanky car pull up and your date was nearing its grand finale, I didn’t think I could pull myself together. But when I saw a little later that he’d gone to bed and you’d disappeared into the bathroom—alone—I couldn’t hold back the tingle of anticipation.

I was sure that you would come to me straight away and beg me to give you what your husband had once again denied you. But you also went to bed after your shower and tried to sleep. You played with my patience and my temper, Beauty. You have no idea how much strength it took me not to come to you and kidnap you from your husband’s bed to spank your ass for teasing me so much.

But then I saw you get up and knew you would come to me. You sneak quietly through my house, yet I’ve been aware of your presence for a long time, so my skin tingles nervously. For a brief moment, I hear nothing. Are you hesitating, Beauty?

When I hear the tap of your delicate feet on the creaky floorboards of the stairs, I grin broadly. You stop once more in front of my bedroom door before carefully entering and climbing into bed without hesitation. As you slip under the thin blanket with me, you don’t say a word. Tentatively, you place a hand on my chest, bend over me, and let your lips hover over mine for a moment. Like an angel. My angel.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shepherd. I hope you had a pleasant date with your husband,” I greet you with a grin.

“Don’t talk,” you murmur, wanting to kiss me to distract yourself from the fact that I was right.

Did you think I was going to make it that easy for you? Oh, Beauty…

I quickly grab you, roll you over, and bring you under me. You gasp and look up at me breathlessly as I lean on my forearms to the left and right of your head and bury you entirely underneath me. You have already wrapped your legs around my hips and are willingly pressing your core against me.

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