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In Sheep's Clothing I
“I’ve been thinking; what if Richard had the right idea buying you a car?” Blue glanced over her shoulder from the couch as the man spoke. It had quickly become her spot. He’d cook her dinner despite the fact he had worked all day. Massage her feet as they sat on the couch and waited for the oven. Refill the tea she’d finally finished after letting it steep for an hour or two and turn completely cold. Gently smile as he slipped a hand beneath her skirt. Wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her into his chest. Make her wish so dearly he’d call the housekeeper to finish the meal so she could lure him into their bedroom…
He was pushing around two steaks in the frying pan, just as he had been for five minutes. Staring at the back of the woman’s head, he couldn’t help but consider what she had thought as she stared at the television rather aimlessly. He’d watched another man leave countless gifts at his wife’s doorstep that week. A car. A diamond necklace. Some simpl
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Staring down at the woman who laid across the table eagerly like a prize to be claimed, he bent over her. Took her wrists in his hands. Drove himself inside of her. Sighed as she released a breath that twisted itself into a deviant groan. With a gaze that would have made a nun strip and lay out spread-eagle, Vincent drew his mouth nearer to Blue’s, hips rearing into her own, chest pressing hers with each breath she took to still her heart. Mustering what weak resolve she could, she turned her mouth from his, hair loosening from its ponytail and beginning to spill out beneath her. She watched as he released a wrist. Took her chin in his hand. Bent his mouth towards hers. Met the man’s darkened gaze. Lifted her hand to rest square against his chest. Suddenly, he softened and straightened up so slightly, something Blue never could have accounted for. When she spoke, their hips stilled together, chests parted and faces
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