Page 2 of Inferno
“I wonder why.”
Stan frowned, staring at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Prissy met his gaze directly. “It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve snuck out to the living room during the night. Over the past few months, you’ve slept on the sofa almost as often as you’ve slept in our bed. So I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to your story than insomnia.”
“Mystory?”Stan’s eyes narrowed on hers. “Are you accusing me of something, Pris?”
She just looked at him, wishing she had the courage to come right out and ask him the question that had been tormenting her for the past several months, keeping herawakemany nights and wreaking havoc on her soul.
A question that no loving, devoted wife should ever have to ask her man.
Are you having an affair?
The words hovered on the tip of her tongue—a powder keg set to detonate, an accelerant waiting to ignite the inferno that would blaze through their lives and destroy them.
“Look, baby, you have no reason to be upset,” Stan said calmly. “Whenever I’m having insomnia, it’s better for me to sleep on the sofa so I won’t disturb you. I know you have to get up early for work every morning, so you need your eight hours of rest. Hell, woman, I don’t understand why you’re not thanking me for being so considerate.”
Because I think you’re lying to me,Prissy silently accused.I think you’ve met someone else, but I’m too much of a coward—and too damn afraid of losing you—to confront you with my suspicions.
“Anyway,” Stan continued, gently caressing Prissy’s cheek, “I didn’t come in here to argue with you. I was hoping we could spend some time together before the boys wake up.”
Prissy knew what “spending time together” meant, and she wasn’t interested. Or so she told herself.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” she said archly, “I was in the middle of exercising.”
“I noticed.” Stan’s eyes glinted wickedly as he gripped the waistband of her leggings. “I came to offer my services.”
“Yourservices?”
“That’s right.” He began peeling the spandex over her hips. “You’re not getting a full-body workout. I can give you one.”
Prissy’s belly quivered even as she feebly protested, “Come on, Stan. I’m all sweaty.”
“And I intend to make you even sweatier,” he promised, pulling her leggings all the way off.
“Stan—”
“I don’t know why you’re trying to lose weight.” Lowering his head, he kissed the inside of her damp thigh, sending delicious shivers to her groin. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are? Don’t you know how turned on I get every time you strut naked across our bedroom, shaking this bodacious ass of yours? Don’t you realize how much I enjoy having these juicy thighs wrapped around me when I’m buried deep inside you?”
Prissy trembled hard as he kissed her other leg. “Stan—”
“Mmmm,” he purred, running his tongue up her thigh. “Even the taste of your sweat turns me on.”
Oh, God, Prissy thought, closing her eyes as a rush of heat filled her belly. No matter how angry she was at Stan, she’d never been able to resist him. But it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying.
“Baby, this really isn’t a good—Oh!” she cried out when he stroked his tongue over the silk crotch of her panties. As jolts of pleasure tore through her body, her back arched off the floor.
Stan chuckled softly. “What were you saying?”
Prissy scarcely heard the question. She wanted him inside her.His tongue, his fingers, his heavy shaft—any and every part of him.So she didn’t protest when he peeled off her panties and tossed them aside. As he lowered his mouth to her sex, she fell back against her exercise mat, eager for the sensual workout his tongue was about to give her.
There was a sudden knock at the door.“Ma!”
Prissy nearly jumped out of her skin.
Swearing under his breath, Stan lifted his head and met her panicked gaze.
Did you lock the door?Prissy mouthed.
