Page 76 of Play Dirty

She smiles. “He’s a good guy. Don’t be afraid.”

“Do you know me?” I ask wryly. “When have I ever been in a healthy relationship?”

“Now,” she says pointedly. “You’re starting right now. He’s a good man. A good friend, teammate—according to Ivan—and father. What more could you ask for?”

“He believes he was a shitty husband.”

She shrugs. “I’m sure he made mistakes, but he didn’t cheat. He didn’t hit her or abuse her emotionally. Maybe he was a little self-absorbed. We’ll never know because we weren’t inside the marriage, but at his core, he’s the type of guy you need. Don’t make him suffer because of the wayothermen treated you. This is your fresh start, remember?”

Chey’s been to enough therapy sessions with me to know that’s my mantra.

“I know.” I take a sip of wine. “Do me a favor, will you?”

“Of course.”

“Make sure I don’t do anything stupid to fuck it up.”

* * *

As expected,Marty is quiet and subdued when I get to the house the next day.

But I’m prepared for that.

“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper after we’ve said hello.

He cocks his head slightly. “Oh?”

I pull my sundress over my head and let it fall to the floor.

All I have on beneath is a tiny pair of bikini panties—that tie at the sides with pink velvet ribbons.

His eyes darken immediately as he rakes his eyes up and down my body, and I see the erection forming behind his khaki shorts.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

“I was thinking you should take these off with your teeth,” I say in a raspy whisper. “But first…there’s something else I want to do.” I drop to my knees in front of him and nuzzle his crotch. We’ve had a decent amount of sex since we became intimate, but it’s been mostly quick, late at night, after we’re both tired. I wouldn’t call it boring, not in the least, but somewhat subdued because of timing and the proximity of the children.

That ends now.

I miss the kids too.

Their absence does have its perks, though.

I run my fingers over his crotch, rubbing against his erection, and I feel his moan.

“Fuck, Stevie…”

I take my time, unbuttoning his shorts and then slowly unzipping them. Instead of pushing them down over his hips, I gently touch and caress, enjoying the sounds of pleasure he’s making.

There’s something primal and sexy about being on my knees in front of him, and when I tug his boxers down along with his shorts, I sigh happily. He’s hard as stone, standing straight and proud, just waiting for me to touch him.

So I don’t.

At least, not right away.

Instead, I stare, a faint smile on my lips.

“I really like looking at it,” I say quietly. “I love the fact that I’ve barely touched you and you’re hard for me.”

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