Page 39 of The Seven Month Itch
Losing Justice left me with an emptiness I couldn’t face. Did I go on dates after she walked out of my life? Yeah, but only the occasional dinner date that never got to dessert. It didn’t fill the void, not that I wanted to replace her. I wanted to ease the pain.
Jay isn’t a casual dater, or so I thought until tonight. Thisdatedoesn’t look like a chance outing. There’s a spark in the glances they steal at each other.
Did I lose her for good?
She’s moved on, so why the hell shouldn’t you?
I doze off halfway through the movie but wake to my dick straining against my jeans. I peek through my hand at Madison. Her eyes are on the screen with as much focus as her grip on my thigh. My dick jumps at the small circles her snake charmer’s thumb traces.
What can I say? It’s been a minute.
I fight back a grin when I glance at Justice. As expected, her head is down at a flogging scene. She has no idea how sexy she is without trying. Like right now. Her quick breaths and her lip between her teeth are a shit attempt at masking her arousal. I had quite the time breaking her shell. My curious princess is shy, but when she’s in the moment, her inhibition melts away with every moan.
Madison’s hand creeps higher up my thigh. I hold in a breath and close my eyes. A weight in my chest keeps my hands to myself and my attention on the screen. Justice is feet away from me, within my grasp, but still out of reach.
Is this how we both move on?
My wayward dick is now at full mast, ready for a salute. I turn toward Madison, my hand still on my face. “Guess you aren’t into the movie?”
She looks at the screen, then back at me with an intensity that makes my pulse pound in my ears. “I found something else that has my attention.”
Well, fuck.
Time stops. Justice and her date are two seconds from chasing the popcorn down each other’s throats with their tongues. She made it crystal clear she wants to end our marriage. On the day she left me, and days ago, when she said it was over. Again.
At what point do I let go of the past?
When you sign the divorce papers like you said.
I turn back to Madison and let out atsk-tskwhen her fingers graze my shaft. If nothing else, the woman knows what she wants. “Did this movie turn you into a bad girl?”
Her touch lingers, and a slow smile builds. “Honey,Fifty Shades of Greyhas nothing on me.”
I’m not thinking with my right head when I grab her by the sweater and pull her to my lap. She whimpers, and I claim her mouth.
Don’t tempt the bull, sweetheart. You’ll get the horns every time.
Soft lips part for me to slip my tongue inside. My fingers wrap around her hips with an ache to pull her closer. Heavy breasts push against my chest as she wraps her hands around the back of my neck. I groan at the slow drag of her nails on my skin.
Our kiss falls into the rhythm of teenagers going at it before curfew. Madison wraps every touch in a plea for more. The hand she had on my thigh now has my dick in a death grip.
Shit.
I moan, and I don’t give a damn who hears. Miles was right. My hand is tired, and so am I. Minutes weave from one into the next. At some point, I slow us down and hold her face in my hands. “That was nice,” I say against her lips.
When we turn back to watch the movie, I peek at Justice and stiffen. It’s not her glare that frightens me—make no mistake, it’s terrifying. But what scares me is the etch of her brows and the way her lips tremble as she glances between me and Madison. They tell me I went too far.
She’s on her feet the moment the recessed lights awaken and rushes out the door.
Fuck.
I close my eyes to swallow the guilt that reminds me I’m an asshole. There’s a pull to run after her, but I stay frozen in place.
I hurt her after I vowed never to again.
No wonder she lashed out with the bartender. Who in their right mind would blame her for it? In her eyes, I was unfaithful in our marriageandhad a secret affair with Madison. Someone whose face I just sucked on feet away from her.
And how did I handle things? Caged her in some random back room and threatened to sign the divorce papers. I couldn’t be a bigger dick if I tried.
