Page 7 of Unexpected Ventures

He swirls that magical tongue through me until he reaches my now severely sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves. He works me over in no time at all, with fast, hard circles causing heat to spread throughout my body.

At times, I’ve struggled to come from this. Clearly I’ve had the wrong partners. My orgasm is seconds away.

As if hearing my thoughts, he sucks on my clit and simultaneously slips two fingers inside me. It’s not gentle or slow. It’s rough, hard, and fast. As soon as they reach deep, my body takes on a life of its own. I start to shake uncontrollably. I grab his hair and thrust my hips as I open and explode, coming in a way I never have before.

Where has this guy been my whole life?

He licks and relentlessly pushes his fingers in and out through it all. He’s speaking Spanish into me, but I’m too incoherent to hear a word of what he says, not that I would understand it anyway.

When my orgasm subsides and I regain my senses, I immediately reach for his belt, desperate for more of him. As soon as I do, his phone rings. I can see it lighting up in the pocket of his jacket draped over the sofa next to us.

He sighs. “My daughter is with a new sitter. Let me check to see if it’s her.”

I nod and breathe, “Of course. I understand.”

He pulls out the phone. It’s clearly not his daughter because he rejects the call.

He places the phone down and smiles at me. “Where were we?”

I grab for his belt buckle once more but his phone rings again.

He shouts. “Coño!”Cunt!“I better take it. She’ll keep calling.”

“Who will keep calling?”

He stands. Just before he accepts the call he says, “My wife.”

He accepts and starts yelling in Spanish, but I don’t hear a word through the buzzing in my head. Did he just saywife? He’s married? Oh my god. I just made out with a married man. I’m feeling sick to my stomach.

He’s in obvious distress. He’s pulling on his hair with his free hand.

I hear, “Cómo pasó esto?”How did this happen?

He looks at me. His sexy smile is completely gone. His earlier expressive eyes look completely void of life. I think I see them fill with tears.

Before I can process anything, he grabs his jacket off the back of the sofa and pulls the phone away from his head. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

He brings the phone back to his head and is talking on his way out the door.

I’m in shock. I look down. My dress is around my waist. I’m naked from there down. My legs are still spread wide.

I immediately close them and pull down my dress. I look around for my panties, but they’re nowhere to be found. I suppose it doesn’t matter since he ripped them off me.

I sit with my head in my hands. I’m in a state of complete and total shock. He saidwife, right? I didn’t imagine that.

What the hell just happened?

CHAPTERONE

FOUR YEARS LATER

BETH

Iwake to the sound of my front door opening. I instinctively look next to me in my bed. It’s empty, as it has been every morning since my divorce just over six years ago.

I’ve been with a few men since the divorce, but none have slept in my bed. I usually use Luke as an excuse, but the truth is, it’s a sacred place to me. I don’t want any random guy in my space. It took me long enough to erase my dickhead ex-husband, Gary, from my memory bank. The handful of men I’ve been with since were hardly worthy of sleeping in my bed or meeting my son.

Every morning I look over and am reminded that I’m alone. In most ways, I always have been, considering the shitty marriage I endured. I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Maybe I should start sleeping in the middle of the bed. It would be less depressing, but I feel as though it’s like throwing in the towel.

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