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The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing)
Book: The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) Read Online Free
Author: Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully
Tags: Drama, Erótica, Contemporary Romance, Contemporary Women, Erotic Romance, women's erotica, Men’s erotica
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“How do you taste?”
    Before she could utter a word, he swooped in to kiss her. No, he devoured her, forcing her lips open, tasting the tartness of the wine she’d drunk, falling into her, plundering the sweet recesses of her mouth.
    Until the car lurched slightly and the doors opened with a whoosh. His equilibrium readjusted itself. She stared up at him, mute, as if she’d also lost her equilibrium in the kiss.
    This time he wrapped her beneath his arm, held her tightly. The elevators were in an alcove, rooms along hallways to either side.
    “Down here.” His was the fourth door on the ocean side. He fished the card key from his back pocket.
    She still hadn’t said a word. Maybe nerves were starting to get to her.
    “Shit. Your vibrator.” He kept his voice low so the words didn’t travel the length of the hall. “I forgot about it.”
    For the first time since they’d exited the bar, she smiled. Sultry, sexy, secretive. “I’m always prepared.” She patted the purse hanging from her shoulder. “Now unlock the door.”
    Suddenly the aggressor, she pushed him inside.
    The room was a standard layout, bathroom and closet to the left of the short hall. He’d forgotten to turn off the bathroom light when he left. He didn’t do so now, letting the illumination guide them to the interior. A combination desk, bureau, and entertainment center lay ahead along the right wall, with two chairs and a small round table positioned in front of the sliding glass door leading to the balcony, while dominating it all was the king-size bed.
    With the sun setting, the room was bathed in deep shadow. The furnishings were plush, the carpet thick, and the bedclothes soft.
    Without preamble, she shoved him flat onto the end of the bed, climbed on top and braced herself on her hands above him. Her take-charge attitude made him harder still.
    “Here are the rules.” Her dark hair fell like a curtain around him. “We use condoms. I don’t spend the night. And tomorrow in the exhibit halls, we pretend this never happened.”
    He wrapped her hair around his hands. “I can pretend. I’m not sure you’ll be able to.”
    “Aren’t you the cocky one.” She smiled, her lipstick gone. He’d eaten it off.
    “Very cocky.”
    “Then you’ve got a lot to prove.” Her legs spread over him, she pushed down, rotated her hips, mimicked the act they would soon perform. “Oh my. I think something’s happening down there.”
    “Fuck, yes,” he whispered, pulling her down by her hair, taking her lips again. This kiss was slower, gentler, more exploratory. He released her hair to run his hands up her thighs beneath the sundress.
    “Jesus,” he uttered. “Where are your panties, woman?”
    She laughed. “I left them in my room.”
    “So you were hunting tonight?”
    “More like I was allowing myself to be hunted.” She rocked on him. “I was hoping you’d come into the bar.”
    “And if I didn’t?”
    She gazed at him a long moment in the relative darkness of her cascading hair. “I knew you’d come.”
    He didn’t deny it.
    “So,” she said, leaning close to caress his cheek with the tip of her nose, stopping to whisper in his ear. “What are you going to do to me first?”
    With little effort, he rolled with her, trapping her beneath him. “The vibrator. I want to make you come.”
    “I like the sound of that.”
    He stood, pulled her with him. “Vibrator and phone on the bed. Does your husband have a speed dial?”
    “Number three,” she said, rummaging through the purse. The vibrator bounced in the center of the comforter. Her phone was in a separate side pocket for easy reach. The woman was certainly organized. Then she handed him a small box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
    “You are definitely prepared.” He stepped sideways to lay the package and lube on the table next to the head of the bed.
    “I have to count on myself.”
    That stopped him a moment. “Aren’t you ever afraid?”
    She reached once more
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