LOGINWhen she was naked, I just looked at her."What?" she asked."I'm memorizing you. In case—""Don't." She put her finger over my lips. "Don't think about after. Just be here. With me. Now."I laid her down on the bed. Kissed her like I was trying to tell her everything I couldn't say with words.My hands mapped every inch of her skin. Every curve, every dip, every place that made her gasp.I kissed down her body. Her neck. Her collarbone. Between her breasts. Down her stomach.Settled between her legs and put my mouth on her.She arched off the bed with a cry.I licked her slowly. Savoring her taste. The sounds she made. The way her hands fisted in my hair."Cameron—please—"I pushed two fingers inside her. Fucked her with them while my tongue worked her clit.She came apart beneath me. Back arching. My name torn from her throat.I didn't stop. Kept going until she came again. And again.Until she was shaking and begging and pulling at my hair."Please—I need you inside me—please—"I c
CAMERONRachel was waiting in the living room when I got home.She wasn't on her phone. That was the first sign something was wrong.The second was the way she looked at me. Really looked at me. Like she was seeing me for the first time in months."Where were you?" she asked."Dinner. With a colleague. I told you—""Don't lie to me, Cameron."My heart stopped."What?"She held up her phone. "You left your iPad on the kitchen counter. It dinged. A text message. From someone named J."Oh fuck."Rachel—""'Can't wait to see you Thursday. I need you.'" She read it like she was reciting a grocery list. Emotionless. "'I love you.'"I stood there. Frozen. Unable to speak."Who is she?" Rachel asked."It's not—""Don't." Her voice was sharp. "Don't insult me by lying. Just tell me. Who is she?"I could've lied. Could've made up some story. But I was so fucking tired of lying."A former patient."The words hung in the air.Rachel's expression didn't change. "A patient.""Former. She's not my p
CAMERON**Week six.The sex was getting more intense. More frequent. More necessary.I was lying to Rachel constantly now. She didn't seem to notice or care.Our marriage was a corpse. We were just waiting for someone to pronounce it dead.Tonight I'd told her I had a late dinner with a colleague. Really I was meeting Jessa at our hotel.Our hotel. Like we owned it. Like room 412 was ours.She was already there when I arrived. Answered the door in lingerie I'd never seen before.Black lace. Barely covering anything."Fuck," I breathed.She smiled. "You like it?""Get inside before I fuck you in the hallway."She pulled me in. I kicked the door shut and had her against the wall in seconds.We didn't make it to the bed for the first round. I fucked her right there, her legs wrapped around my waist, still wearing that lingerie because I couldn't wait long enough to take it off.After, we moved to the bed.This time I took my time. Stripped her slowly. Kissed every inch of skin I revealed
**JESSAThree weeks into our affair, he came to my apartment for the first time.My mom was gone for the weekend—off with Derek somewhere. I had the place to myself.I texted Cameron: *Want to come over? I'll cook.*He showed up at seven with a bottle of wine and a nervous expression."This is weird, right?" he said, standing in my doorway. "Coming to your apartment.""It's only weird if you make it weird. Come in."He came inside. Looked around at my small apartment—the secondhand furniture, the posters on the walls, the stack of textbooks on the coffee table."You're in school?" he asked, picking up one of the books."Community college. Part-time. I want to get a degree in something. Haven't figured out what yet.""That's good. Education is important."I laughed. "You sound like a therapist.""Sorry. Habit."I poured us both wine. Started making pasta—nothing fancy, just something simple.He sat at my small kitchen table and watched me cook.It felt domestic. Normal. Like we were a
"Yeah? What were you thinking about?"I spun her around. Pressed her against the door."This."I pushed up her dress. Pulled down her underwear. Heard them drop to the floor."Cameron—"I unzipped my pants. Freed my cock. Lined up."I've been thinking about fucking you in my office since session three," I said in her ear. "When you described this exact scenario.""Oh god—"I pushed inside.She was already wet. Always wet for me.I fucked her against the door. Hard and fast and desperate. My hand over her mouth to keep her quiet even though we were alone in the building."This what you wanted?" I growled. "Your therapist's cock in his office? Right where we used to have sessions?"She moaned against my palm."Answer me."I moved my hand slightly. Let her speak."Yes—fuck—yes...this is exactly what I wanted—"I fucked her harder. The door rattling with every thrust."Such a dirty girl. Coming to therapy in those short skirts. Describing your fantasies. You knew exactly what you were doi
Something in his expression shifted. Darkened.He grabbed my legs. Pushed them up toward my chest. Changed the angle.And then he was fucking me harder. Deeper. Hitting places I didn't know existed."Yes—oh god—yes—""This what you need?" he growled."Yes—more—please—"He pounded into me. The bed was shaking. The headboard hitting the wall. I didn't care who heard."Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you come on my cock."My hand went between us. Found my clit. Rubbed in desperate circles."That's it. Make yourself come. Show me how good it feels."I was so close. Right on the edge."Cameron—I'm—""I know. I can feel it. Come for me, Jessa. Let me feel it."I came with a cry, clenching around him so tight he could barely move.The feeling triggered his own release. He thrust deep one last time and I felt him pulse inside me, filling me up, marking me.We stayed like that. Both shaking. Both trying to catch our breath.Finally he pulled out slowly. We both winced.He rolled o
Natalie's POVI'd been faking orgasms for three years.Three years of lying beneath my husband while he thrust into me with all the passion of someone filing taxes. Three years of making the appropriate noises at the appropriate times—breathy moans when he entered me, a louder
I grabbed my shirt and dove for his walk-in closet, pulling the door almost closed and pressing myself against the wall in the darkness. My heart hammered so loud I was sure Harper could hear it through the door.I heard James moving, probably pull
No condom this time—we'd stopped using them after that first weekend, after I'd assured him about birth control, after we'd both admitted we wanted nothing between us."You feel like heaven," he said roughly, his forehead pressed to mine as he bottomed out. "Every single time, you fe
David never used condoms. I was on birth control, and he'd decided that meant he didn't need to bother.Ryan had positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside slowly, both of us groaning as he'd filled me inch by inch.He was bigger than David. Thicker. Long enou







