Page 35 of Never Been Worse

“God, look at my little wife taking my cock so well,” he’d say, sliding in deep.

“Oh god,” I groan, the vibrator not enough, not filling me the way I know he would.

“That’s it, Harper. God, be loud for me, yeah? A fucking sight you are, writhing on my bed for me, for my cock. Do you want me to come inside of you?” I never let Jeremy do that, always insisting on a condom despite my being on birth control when we had our once-a-month fuck.

“God, yes. Fuck.” I’d want him to fill me, to have him leaking out of me long after, a reminder of whose I am.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill you, Harper. Come around my cock and take me with you,” he’d groan, and I’d obey, unable to do anything but.

“Wes!” I moan in my fantasy and in reality, my hips bucking as I come undone with a low groan, sliding the vibrator between my legs once, twice, three times more as the aftershocks die down.

Laying there, my hand between my legs, sliding the vibrator out of me, and I mewl as I do, over-sensitized and still on edge as I turn it off.

“Fuck,” I grumble to myself, hating that despite my best efforts, I imagined Wes, and I still feel that burning desire in me.

I am so fucked.

Sototallyfucked.

The only option for a modicum of sanity is to avoid him from here on out. To keep things so professional, it hurts, because anything more could be catastrophic in more ways than one.

Placing the vibrator on the side table to clean it after I get dressed, I shift off the bed and grab a pair of sweatpants, sliding them up my legs. I’ll put on real clothes in a bit, but I think I’ll go get my coffee finally and maybe take a shower before?—

“Harper?” a deep voice calls through the door, and my entire body goes still. “Are you okay?”

“Uh,” I start, but the doorknob twists, and I look around the room frantically, seeing the vibrator on the nightstand, grabbing it, and tossing it into my bag and burying it under a shirt just as the door opens and Wes steps in. “Hey, I thought you were, uh, going for a run?”

His eyes are dark and heated, and I know.

IknowI fucked up big time.

Fucking spontaneity!

I should have at least waited until we got home like anormal fucking person.

“I was. Now I’m back,” he says, then steps toward me. I step back, the look in his eyes hungry and all-consuming, stoking that fire in my belly again already.

He follows me step for step until my back is against the wall.

“I heard you,” he whispers, his body just inches from mine, the heat of him and the masculine smell of sweat and desire rolling off him in waves.

“Heard?” I say, but I already know what he heard. Me, moaning his name as I came harder than I ever have while picturing him fucking me senseless.

His hand trails down my arm, featherlight and gentle, until he grips my wrist. “Were these in you?” he whispers, lifting my hand up until they’re between us. “Were these inside your pussy? Were you touching yourself, making yourself come while you moan my name?”

“Wes, I didn’t?—”

“You can lie to yourself all you want, little wife. You can keep that wall up for as long as you need. It’ll just make it that much sweeter when it finally crumbles, and you let me in.” Then I watch in utter fascination as he brings my fingers to his mouth, trailing his tongue over them, and a moan fills the room as he does.

When he smiles, I realize it isn’t him moaning at all, but me doing so at the feel of his tongue cleaning me off.

“Fucking perfect,” he says, then steps closer, closing the gap between us.

My hand moves up to his neck, gripping the damp hair there as all common sense leaves my mind and all I can think about is getting Wes. Gettingmore. My head tips up, and his tips down, and then we wait there, lips almost brushing.

“I won’t take anything I’m not freely given, Harper, so if you want to taste yourself on my lips, you’re going to have to take it,” he whispers.

And because I’m fuckingout of my mind, I do just that. I lift to my tiptoes, pressing my lips hard to his. He groans deep, the sound vibrating through my thin shirt, against my nipples, as my mouth opens and his tongue slides against mine. I taste it there, the mix of him and me, and it’severything, so damned perfect.

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