LOGINMark obeyed, his movements becoming more confident, more aggressive, as he slid the glass dildo in and out of her tight rear passage. The dual penetration was overwhelming for all of them. Ethan could feel the unyielding pressure of the toy, could feel every thrust Mark made, and it sent bolts of lightning up his spine. He was buried to the hilt in her slick heat, and the added stimulation was pushing him to the brink."Look at him, Ethan," Vanessa panted, her head falling back, her body arching. "Look at my ex-husband on his knees, fucking my ass with a toy because he can't stand to see me happy without him. He's pathetic. And I love it." The words were cruel, but they were laced with a pleasure so intense it was transformative.Ethan met her gaze, his own hips beginning to piston upwards, driving deeper into her. He reached up, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as Mark continued to work the toy in her ass. "Is this what you wanted, Vanessa?" he growled, his voi
Ethan's mind reeled. This was insane. But Vanessa didn't back down. Her eyes met Ethan's, a silent question passing between them. He saw the challenge in them, the thrill of the danger, the raw, untamed part of her he'd only gotten a glimpse of last night. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.She dropped the sheet. She stood before them, completely naked, her body a challenge in the morning light. "You want a show, Mark? Then watch."She crossed to Ethan, her movements fluid and deliberate. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, her fingers working the button and zipper with practiced ease. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice a low, husky whisper that was only for him, but loud enough for her ex-husband to hear.Ethan sank to his knees without hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew this wasn't just about sex anymore. This was about power. About reclaiming what had been taken from her."Good boy," she purred, threading her fingers through his hair. She guided hi
"Come, baby girl." he urged, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.Her second orgasm shattered her, a blinding explosion of pleasure that left her breathless and trembling. He followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, his hot seed spilling inside her, marking her as his.They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. For a long moment, they lay tangled together, neither speaking, simply basking in the afterglow.Later, much later, they lay tangled in sheets as moonlight painted silver across the floor. Her head was on his chest, fingers tracing absent patterns on his skin. "We're going to have to talk about this," she said quietly."I know.""About what it means. What we do when everyone else gets here tomorrow.""I know that too." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "But can we just have tonight? Before it gets complicated?"She tilted her face up to his. "It's already complicated.""I know. But Vanessa?
He kissed her. Or maybe she kissed him. It didn't matter. What mattered was the way she gasped against his mouth, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the way six years of wanting crashed over them both like a wave. She tasted like wine and summer and everything he'd convinced himself he couldn't have. Her dress had ridden up her thighs and his hands were on bare skin, and she was making these small sounds that were destroying what was left of his self-control.•He stood, lifting her with him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the thin fabric of her sundress the only thing separating them. "Inside," she managed between kisses, her voice a breathy moan. "Now."He carried her through the sliding door, down the hall, not caring which bedroom they ended up in as long as there was a horizontal surface. They tumbled onto a bed—his bed, he realized distantly—and she was pulling at his shirt, getting it over his head, running her hands over his chest like she was memorizing him.
He needed no further encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and they both moaned at the exquisite sensation of being joined once more. "God, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, driven by a primal need that consumed them both."Don't stop," she pleaded, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Please, don't stop.""Never," he promised, his hips pistoning into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, their desperate cries of pleasure. She could feel another orgasm building, a coil of tension deep in her belly, and she knew it was going to be explosive."Daniel," she cried out, her nails digging into his back. "I'm coming!""Come with me, Mara," he urged, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own r
The wedding invitation sat on Mara's kitchen counter for three weeks before she finally opened it. Cream cardstock, elegant script, a venue in the mountains. Her best friend Claire was getting married at the old Riverside Lodge—the same place where Mara had spent that summer eight years ago. The same place where she'd met Daniel. She shouldn't go. She had a dozen excuses ready: work deadlines, her cat, a prior commitment she could easily invent. But Claire had been there through everything—the breakup, the move to Seattle, the years of rebuilding herself. She owed her this. Mara just hadn't expected him to be there.The lodge looked exactly the same. Wooden beams, stone fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river where the light turned everything golden at sunset.Mara felt twenty-two again, barefoot and reckless, staying up until dawn with a boy who made her forget every careful plan she'd ever made."Mara!" She turned to find Claire rushing toward her, radiant in a reh







