by Liv Bennett
Oh, God. She’s excited about the idea of Kenneth wearing me out with sex. And yet again, I’m shocked out of my skin to see her overjoyed anticipation.
Not capable of matching her enthusiasm, I simply nod.
Clasping her hands together in front of her, she crosses the room and exits.
If my experience with Kenneth has taught me anything, it’s that his determination to remain faithful to his wife is unshakable. With that conclusion, I count the money in the envelope. Four-thousand dollars. One month’s worth of babysitting. A generous amount, considering I’ve only taken care of her kids for a week.
Shoving the envelope with the bills in my handbag, I wait until Loraine leaves the house before putting on my bikini and heading down to the swimming pool.
Twenty-five laps and one-hour of dozing off later, I shower and shrug into a blue silk kimono robe without any underwear. I tie the robe loosely around my hips, watching with amusement how my nipples harden beneath the soft fabric.
My stomach growls, reminding me of my meager breakfast nearly six hours ago. The mysterious chef must have already left today’s meal in the kitchen, and I should hurry to have my last piece of heavenly food before it turns cold.
An enormous pile of suitcases stops me in front of Loraine’s bedroom. Here I thought I’d be the only one abandoning this house. Is she leaving, too? I shouldn’t jump to any conclusion, though. She’s outrageously wealthy. For all I know, she needs all those for a one-week vacation in Hawaii.
The front door opens as I start down the stairs. Thinking it is Kenneth, I hurry so he can see me in my sensual outfit. My face falls once I realize it is Scott. With his cap in his hand, he strolls into the foyer and glances up at me with a smile. His eyes move slowly over my body while I descend.
For a second, I consider going back to my room to avoid him and his unabashed study of my body, but then change my mind when he says, “Are those all?” pointing at the hill of suitcases.
“I don’t know.” I shrug and look in the direction of the suitcases, feeling hyper-aware of my hard nipples. My hand moves up and curves around the robe to conceal my chest from unwanted eyes, like Scott’s. “Are they going on a vacation?” I ask nonchalantly when he grabs the largest suitcase.
“No. I don’t think so. Mrs. Carter requested they be taken to her apartment in Westwood.” He walks out of the house and comes back after a minute to carry the rest.
I serve myself a plate of roast beef and mashed potatoes and sit in a chair facing the front door to watch Scott coming in and going out. When he’s transported everything to a truck parked outside, he wipes the sweat off his forehead with a tissue and pours himself a tall glass of orange juice from the fridge. His gaze glides over my chest as he gulps down the drink.
My cheeks burn with anger and mortification. I feel like a prostitute working in a brothel, having men eye-fuck me left and right.
“I should be back by seven, then off to Santa Monika to hit up the bars with friends. Would you like to join us?” he asks.
“I have to work tonight,” I state curtly and look down at my dish.
“Mrs. Carter will have the kids with her tonight. You won’t have any work until tomorrow.”
“Yes, I will.” I draw in a long and loud breath of air to show him my discomfort at having to explain myself to him.
“Okay, I get it. You’re angry about the other day at the party. I’m sorry I insulted you. I wasn’t feeling myself that day and took it out on you. That won’t happen again.”
“I accept your apology, but still, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to hang out together.” I fork a piece of beef and pop it into my mouth.
After placing the dirty glass in the sink, he walks away. “Whatever,” he murmurs along with a whisper of “Fuck you.” He makes sure to bang the front door as he exits the house.
What a passive-aggressive guy! One of the handful of reasons I feel glad about moving out tomorrow.
Loraine’s text comes a little before five, and it’s a long one. I read the instructions over and over again to memorize every step to boost my chances in my final attempt to seal our deal.
With doubts racing through my mind, I remain glued to my window until five, the time when the final act should start. And as stated in her text, Loraine climbs out of her car at five on the dot. I can almost feel the longing in her expression when she gazes up at her house, the battle raging in her heart, and the hesitation as her feet move toward the front porch.
She’s so adamant about getting Kenneth to cheat on her; I can only hope the reward she’ll get from her perverted plan is at least worth ruining the lives of many, including her children.
Once she disappears inside, Kenneth’s BMW appears, and unlike Loraine, Kenneth practically runs into the house. I’m instructed to remain in my room until Loraine leaves, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I tiptoe out of my bedroom, still in my blue kimono.
I stop at the end of the hallway, beside the banister to eavesdrop on the heated argument going on downstairs in the living room. Kenneth is standing, his back turned toward me, his hands constantly on the move…in his pockets, through his hair, on his hips.
“You’re out of your mind.” His voice is a low rumble, but furious nonetheless.
Loraine must be sitting on the centerpiece couch. I can only see her shoe and part of her leg. “I need this. Please, don’t fight with me. Come, have a drink with me, and try to understand why I’m asking you this favor.”
A glass of bourbon changes hands, and Kenneth gulps the content down in one slick move. “I’m sorry I’m having a little trouble understanding how you could possibly think staying in another place and away from me can help you solve your issues. We’re a couple. We’re married for better and for worse. Why won’t you let me be by your side for the worse? I’m failing to see your reasoning.”
“Love, please. I still haven’t gotten over my father’s death. And losing the baby was just too much to handle. There’s nothing you can do to help me heal. I need to do it myself.”
“Then, why do you need to take the kids away too? You’ll be disrupting their lives.” Kenneth pours himself another glass of the same bourbon and settles on the chair beside the couch Loraine is sitting on.
“I need to be with my kids. I can’t live without them.”
Kenneth bursts into a loud laugh that fleshes out the agony slicing through him. “You can’t live without them, but you can me. Am I missing something? I’m your husband, the most important person in your life. How can you possibly want to take a break from me? I can never imagine myself wanting to spend a single night—”
Loraine’s quiet sobs stop Kenneth mid-sentence and he leans to his side to reach for her. Love radiates in the air as he tries to soothe his crying wife without much success.
“Please,” Loraine begs. “Don’t insist.”
“For how long?” Kenneth asks, his voice devoid of its usual deep confident tone.
“I don’t know.” Loraine’s reply is a surprise.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? Are you planning to leave me…for good?”
I jolt back when I see Loraine stand and race for the front door. I peek down only enough to make sure Kenneth is still in the living room, giving her the space she’s begged to have.
The car engine hums outside the front door, and soon enough my thudding heartbeats are the only sound I can hear.
Here comes my part; my lines, my moves…that will make or break the whole setup.
I move to the top of the stairs to determine Kenneth’s whereabouts. He’s still in the chair, arms and legs spread, his head leaning against the back of the chair.
My stomach twists at the beaten-up sight of him. He looked so strong, so sure of himself and his place in this world only a few days ago. He thrived on his wife’s love, and now that he’s deprived of it, he’s become a fragile plant suffering through an insistent draught.
He merely tilts his head toward my dire
ction when I stroll into the living room. A low chuckle accompanies an insufferable eye-roll. “You again?” he slurs.
Ignoring his sarcastic question, I glance up at the paintings on the four walls of the living room to spot the hidden surveillance cameras that will record every moment of the next few minutes according to Loraine’s text.
“Came down to distract me from my beloved wife’s departure?” Kenneth asks rather loudly.
I look down at him to see fury brewing in his eyes. He’s right to be angry, and I’m unlucky enough to be the one here with him instead of the real object of his anger.
“I’ve got news for you; you can flaunt your tits or wiggle your ass as much as you want. I’m not interested in what you have to offer.” His eyes rake over me with lust despite the clear refusal in his words. They darken as they linger over my curves. That, too, is in line with Loraine’s plan.
My hands move to the belt of my robe and slowly I untie it and slide the robe down my shoulders. It hits the floor, pooling around my feet, leaving me stark naked before Kenneth’s hungry eyes.
He can claim all he wants that he’s not interested. The growing bulge beneath his dress pants says otherwise. I take slow steps toward him and when I’m before him, my knee nudges his to spread his legs for me.
He tries to move his hands and stand up, but he’s numb…thanks to the drug Loraine has put in his drink. “What’s going on?” His voice is layered with anger and shock, his eyes now devoid of any lust. “What did you do to me? Did you drug me?”
I kneel in front of him and push his legs wider. Although I’m only supposed to unzip him and take his cock into my mouth or preferably in my vagina, I can’t resist the inviting look of his lips. I must taste them.
My hands rub the tops of his thighs, back and forth, gently, encouragingly, then I slide them over his torso, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the soft shirt.
His eyelids heavy, he stares at me with a confused look. “Don’t do it,” he says but accepts my lips when I brush them over his.
Even the bitter taste of alcohol can’t suppress the delicious sweetness of his tender lips. He doesn’t kiss me back, but doesn’t fight me when I run my fingers through his hair to pull him closer to me, to get a better taste of him. His lips part easily to allow my tongue to explore his mouth. Shivers run down my body as I press myself against him, feeling him throb beneath my body and his clothes.
Impatient and hungry for more, I unbutton his shirt and push it aside, my hands traveling down the defined muscles for the first time. This is so much better than trying to seduce him. The best he’d have done, if my earlier attempts had worked out, would have been to fuck me on the spot without giving me a chance to enjoy his body.
When my fingers circle over his six-pack and slowly make their way down to his dress pants, he jolts his head back, breaking our kiss.
“Don’t!” His gaze is full of threats.
I unbuckle him, nonetheless, and glide my gaze over his chest down to the massive swell of his shaft beneath the black dress pants. Hooking my fingers on the waistband of both his pants and his boxers, I pull them both down all at once. His cock, beautiful and thick, lies fully naked before my eyes.
The beautiful man disappears suddenly from my sight. My entire attention is now focused on the intimidating, yet exquisite organ. I tremble…in both fear and ecstasy. My tongue runs over my lips in preparation for the delicious meal before me.
I lower my head toward him and inhale him, his soapy clean scent further intensifying my hunger for him. My lips softly graze over his delicate flesh, the tip of my tongue moisturizing a thin trail along his shaft to the head of his cock. A salty, delicious treat.
He flinches and tries to move away, his efforts in vain. I open my mouth wide and slip the tip of his cock between my lips, closing them gently around him. More pleas follow, each filled with threats…to fire me…to turn my life into hell. Even if I have no doubt he’s capable of carrying out all his threats, I can’t stop. My lips move down his shaft, my tongue gently caressing the head inside my mouth.
He’s probably not aware, but sedatives aren’t the only drug Loraine put in his drink. The addition of the magical blue pill is the real reason for his quick and mighty arousal.
It’s disheartening to know he’s hard because of a drug, which is why I suck him harder. To make him want me as a result of his attraction to me and not because he’s been medically manipulated into it. Well, he has been, but there’s a point where manipulation turns into consensual will, and my enthusiastic licking and sucking should wipe out the last inklings of hesitation from him.
Still, it seems my efforts are utterly in vain because he continues begging me to stop. “Please, Lisa.” His breathing is short and out of rhythm. “Don’t do it.”
I tilt my head back and look up at his eyes that are conveying the same pleas his lips are whispering. His cock slides out of my lips, slick and swollen. My hand remains cupping its base tightly, a sign for him that I won’t let him go without taking what I want. His body demands my care while his mind and heart are with Loraine.
My gaze moves over to the oil painting across from me. Loraine must be watching and capturing these intimate moments that’ll earn her millions of dollars and her freedom. I must give her a stronger case, an act that will convince any judge of Kenneth’s unfaithfulness. Leisurely, I stand to my feet. Kenneth’s immobile posture and defeated look make me doubt the righteousness of my plan. Of course, what I’m doing with him is deviously immoral. But…
I shake my head to kick the disturbing thoughts into the depths of my mind where they won’t bother me. His cock pulsates, its skin a dark pink from all my oral ministrations. I lift a leg over his thigh and place my knee on the chair beside his body, carefully lowering my weight onto his lap.
His eyes are fixed on me, the irises dark and dilated when I rest my hands on his shoulders and pull my other leg forward to straddle him. I must resist his silent pleas and be done with it.
His cock jolts between us, directing my focus to its hungry state. Holding his shaft, I position it between my legs. My hips move back and forth as the head of his cock brushes along my slit, between the lips of my sex.
“Lisa.” The urgency in his deep voice startles me. “My wife, the woman I’ve loved most, has left me and taken away my kids. My family is wrecked, although I’ve done everything in my power to protect them and make them happy. I’ve lost everything that’s important to me. But, there’s something left, a small hope that will vanish if you go ahead with your plan. Please don’t take the last thing that I can hang onto. Don’t take away my honor. Please, don’t ruin me.”
Its head smeared in my juices, his cock throbs between my legs as if it has a life of its own. I close my eyes as his words resound in my head.
Honor…
Of all the things I’ll be stealing from him by participating in Loraine’s scheme, he’s worried about his honor. Is his honor worth sacrificing the future two-hundred grand it will earn me?
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Liv Bennett lives in California with her husband and daughter. Reading and writing erotic romance are her favorite forms of relaxation, in addition to long walks and yoga. She's a social drinker of coffee, but a serious tea addict.
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Books by Liv Bennett
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An Illicit Pursuit (Pat & Zachary)
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Pursuit Series (Taylor & Adam)
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Pleasure Extraordinaire Series (Lindsay)
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Blinding Love Series
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Fatal Seduction Series
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Pleasure Extraordinaire Series (Zane)
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Forget Me Not Series
Table of Contents
CH 1
CH 2
CH 3
CH 4
CH 5
CH 6
CH 7
CH 8
CH 9
CH 10
CH 11
CH 12
CH 13
CH 14
