“Just you and me, babe.” Denise curled up next to him. Running her hand up and down his back, she checked his body, his lack of trembling reassured her.
Brady turned his head to face her. “Thank you.” His eyes glazed with emotion.
“I should be thanking you. I never…” Denise took a deep, quick breath and exhaled hard. “Never been so aroused.”
With a soft groan, Brady rolled onto his side. His fingers caressed the side of her face. “Yeah, but I’ve wanted to do this…all my life.” Emitting a harsh groan, he turned over on his side. One hand slid around the back of her neck. “You made it happen.”
Denise scooted closer until their bodies met. His head tilted forward, lips touching lips. Her heart jumped a beat then formed a lump in her throat. “Love you.” Trying on the infamous words again seemed natural.
Brady was one of a kind. Hot, fun, intelligent…employed—unlike a few of her exs—and now this…a willingness to explore his sexuality beyond any boundaries. And the idea of losing him made her throat tighten and her chest ache.
She wanted more and the first step was admitting her feelings had gone past lust, even before tonight. She’d take the chance. He was worth it.
“Love you too.” A soft smile formed on Brady’s lips. “Sorry you were left out so much of the time.”
A laugh bubbled past the tightness in her throat. “Not exactly. I lost track of how many times I came. Too bad men don’t have that same capability.”
Brady’s eyebrow tilted toward his hairline. “Are you impugning my masculinity?”
“Not at all, darlin’.” She ran a hand through his sweat-matted hair. “However, I think Jay might have worn you out.”
“I might have another go in me. Or in you, anyway.”
“Ya think?” Denise wrapped a leg over Brady’s thigh. “I’d be willing to try.” While she nibbled on his lower lip, Denise rolled her hips, rubbing her swollen pussy against him. Tingles shot into her core. “I’d be willing to try anything with you.”
“Anything you say?” Brady’s arm slid under her neck. He pulled her lips tighter against his. The other hand slipped between their bodies.
“Awww…” Denise gasped for air as his finger teased her clit. Her entire body was damn near an erogenous zone at the moment. “Anything!”
Fingers delved into her passage an instant before Brady’s palm pressed against her clit.
“Well, if you’re up for anything, I’ve noticed how that redheaded bartender Angela looks at you…”
Another wave of orgasm flew over Denise as her dirty imagination set into motion once again. Evidently, life would never be boring as long as they practiced consensual infidelity!
The End
About the Author
By day, multi-published Shayla Kersten is a mild-mannered accountant. By night, she’s a writer of sexy romances. Torn between genres, Shayla writes erotic stories about hot heroes and their sexy women, as well as hot men and their passionate heroes.
A native of Arkansas, Shayla spent four years in the Army as a missile specialist, stationed in Germany and Oklahoma. After her enlistment was up, she spent eleven years in New York City taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Even her love of theatre and the nightlife of the big city couldn’t cure terminal homesickness for the Natural State. In 1995, she returned to her roots in Arkansas.
Shayla divides her time between her mother, her spoiled rotten cats and dogs, her evil day job and her obsession—writing.
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