Page 41 of The Revenge Plan

“Of course. France put that issue to bed, don’t you think? No pun intended.”

“France was a fluke.”

“Come on. And the other night?”

“Another fluke.”

He laughed out loud.

“What if I’m done with you?” I said, “I’m known as a one-night stand girl after all. Who says I do repeats?” It wasn’t true, of course. But that was what the rumor mill said, and I loved to use it in moments like these as some sort of armor.

“You’re lying to yourself if you think you’re done with me yet,” he leaned forward and whispered, “Or maybe you need a reminder?”

I frowned. “Now?” He could not mean that he wanted us to do more than kiss right now in such a public place.

“Yes, now.” With that, he slid along the horseshoe booth to my side. He came so close to me that there were mere inches separating his face and mine. He took my hand into his and kissed it softly, his lips lingering on my skin as they brushed up toward my palm.

“So?”

“So what?” I barely choked out.

“Do you want me to remind you?”

This was too much. I was tongue-tied. Saying words were impossible under the circumstances. I gave a light nod. No was somehow the wrong answer. He responded by locking his mouth to mine. He started by teasing my lips. His lips brushed with the lightest of touches. It drove me crazy. I groaned in frustration and leaned in. He would not let me take control. He pulled back, then he teased me again and again with his mouth as his hands glided up and down my sides. Our tongues weren’t in contact, and yet it felt like it was the most erotic kiss I had ever had. Only when I was about to crack, did he plunge his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled in a dance that mimicked what we both really wanted. He pulled me close, closer, until I was sitting on top of him. I could feel his erection throbbing against the left side of my thigh. His hands glided up and down my back, leaving trails of electricity that reached my center.

He let go of me and set me back against the seat. I was so dazed that I didn’t realize the kiss had ended. “I think that’s it for a reminder,” he said as his heavy gaze undressed me, “We have to save some for later.”

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The penthouse had a different aura when we got back from dinner. Maybe I was viewing him and our relationship in a different light. There was a new sensually loaded shift between us. When we left, Caiden had had a hard time letting go of my hand or my waist. Even when we got into the town car, he had his hand on mine. Now and then he would lean in and whisper what he couldn’t wait to do to me when we reached the apartment.

The door of the elevator had barely closed when he took me into his arms and his lips went down on mine. I didn’t hear that we had arrived, but felt him pulling me into the apartment. My clothes were first, followed by his. We were so insatiable for each other that by the time we made it to the stairs, all of our clothes were gone.

It took us forever to climb them. We would stop at every other step to taste the other. When we finally reached Caiden’s bedroom, I was very aroused and ready for him. With the way his cock was heavy and seeping, he was ready for me too.

He placed me on his bed. He followed, lay beside me and continued kissing me from head to toe. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him now. I took his cock and rubbed the weeping top. He groaned. Emboldened, I angled it towards my pussy. Gently, he took my hand off him and reached for the bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and got onto his knees to put it on. Watching him perform this functional act was so arousing to me that when he went on top of me, I was already arching my pelvis up. He chuckled and leaned down to whisper, “you’re a hungry little one aren’t you,” The entire time he was rubbing my pussy inserting a finger inside and rubbing the moisture on my clit, “don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, he thrust into me. I ran my hands down his back and he grunted and thrust in again, slower this time. He leaned down and placed little kisses as he thrust in and out. The pressure and tightness was too much. He was increasing his tempo little by little until it was a frantic, animalistic mating that brought me closer and closer to orgasm until the wave crushed. Wave after wave hit me as I clenched and unclenched against his cock. He came soon after me.

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I was still feeling the aftereffects of the orgasm long after the act as we lay in his bed. Sated and in silence. “You were right. We were doing each other a disservice by not doing this.”

He took a while to respond to me. When I thought he would not say anything, he said, “Yes.”

He held me against his chest like that until we both slept. Later in the middle of the night, he woke me up with arousing kisses. He entered me again. This time our love-making was less frantic and slower. I came regardless of the lazy tempo we took. In a way, it was more erotic. He was insatiable and so was I. It felt like I had been in the desert for so long and I couldn’t stop drinking from the well I had discovered. And what a delicious well he was. Each time we made love, it felt like the earth was shattering around me. We slept again, and in the wee hours of the morning I woke again to his caresses. “Are you sore?” He asked as he slid my me under him. “No,” I whispered. He bent down and took my lips. A moment later, I took him inside me.

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Ireached over to my left side expecting to encounter the warm body of my wife and instead I grasped cold sheets. I woke up. The bed was empty. She was gone. But not completely. Her scent was still on the sheets, giving me another raging boner. My fantastic plan of remedying my obsession with her by sleeping with her was not going well. I wanted her more than ever. The one time I had her was not enough. No. Make that three times. We had fucked in whichever way possible after that, and we barely got out of bed on Sunday. Still I couldn’t get enough of her. What the fuck was wrong with me. The more I had her, the more I wanted her.

I turned to the other side and checked my phone. It was still early. I could go to her room and we could have a morning quickie before going to work. Maybe take a shower with her too. Excited with the prospect, I rushed across to her bedroom naked, expecting to see her at the very least asleep in her bed.

The room was empty. The shower wasn’t running either. I went downstairs. She had left a note on the kitchen counter saying she had gone for a jog. I felt my boner dissipate a little and went back to my room and took a cold shower. I deserved it for thinking she would be there at my beck and call. When I got out, I checked my phone for any messages. There were a few. The one that caught my attention was Ax.

Ax: Are you fucking her?

He had sent it soon after we left the match.

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