Page 140 of Beyond the Stroke

I give her a heated grin. “No, now I’m motivated. I’ve got to give myself something to look forward to after two hours of sprint sets this afternoon.”

“Hmm. Well, if you’re going to leave me all worked up, maybe I’ll go home and let Big Dill take care of me instead.”

My cock surges at the thought of Summer lying on our bed, pleasuring herself with her pickle vibrator.

“Summer.”Now it’s my turn to plead.

“Yeah, have fun thinking aboutthatduring practice.”

She stands up and steps over the bench to leave. I follow suit, but reach out to catch her hand and pull her back toward me.

The momentum of my tug has her pressed up against me. My hands find her waist, and I drop my mouth to hers in a slow, sensuous kiss. I’ve never wanted to ditch out on training as badly as I want to right now. But I can’t.

When our lips part, my hand cups her jaw. “I’d never leave you wanting if I had a choice.”

Her expression softens, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

“Guess I’ll find out later.”

thirty-eight

. . .

SUMMER

Rory doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would get satisfaction out of edging his wife on a picnic table at the outdoor diner on a Friday morning, but that’s exactly what he did to me. I’m still thinking about how badly I wanted him to yank my underwear aside and sink his finger into me. I couldn’t care less who was there to witness it.

But he’d pulled back and vowed to properly take care of me later.

After we barely refrained from public indecency, Rory headed back to the aquatic center for a team meeting, weight training, a nutrition check-in, and a mobility workout.

I was exhausted just listening to all the different elements that go into his day. He’d clearly earned every bite of his two-thousand-calorie breakfast.

Now, I’m walking home from breakfast, my body still buzzing from Rory’s voice in my ear, from the way he’d tossed my leg over his like he’d done it a hundred times. That’s what had caught me off guard. The realness. The ease of simply sittingnext to each other and eating a meal. Effortless conversation mixed with tender, teasing touches.

It felt good.

But this wasn’t supposed to be real. It wasn’t supposed to feel like anything.

And yet, the way Rory looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

The way he listened intently when I talked.

The way I’m already addicted to his touch.

It’s making me forget that this is supposed to be temporary. That I made Rory promise not to fall in love with me. Because the truth is, I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to break my own rule.

While I’m walking, I pull out my phone to text Scarlett about last night.

My fake husband fingered me last night and it was the most erotic experience of my life

Scarlett

OMG! Details please.

I can’t even remember the details. The intensity of my orgasm wiped everything from my brain.

Scarlett

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