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He yanked her dress up over her hips so hard she jerked and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Then, he pushed aside her panties and opened her up with his fingers. She squirmed against his rough touch, even though she wanted more of it. “I still make you so wet that you can’t think straight.”
He gave her his crooked little grin, the one the cameras had immortalized earlier when he’d put his car on the front row for tomorrow’s race, the smile that told the world he was winning. The smile that told her he thought he deserved this, that he’d done something to earn it.
She lunged at him and bit his bottom lip.
A big part of her wanted to rip his face off.
But he groaned as though he liked her rage.
“Hurt me all you want, Cece.” But instead of letting her sink her claws into him like she wanted to, he put one of his hands around both of her wrists and pinned them above her head.
He pressed against her, the hard of him making her ache. She arched into his body.
“Please.” God, two minutes of him touching her and she was begging. It had never, ever been like this between them before—not even at the beginning. It was so twisted.
He pressed inside her with one finger, then two. She was still sore from Luca there, and that made her smile. In that moment, she almost wanted to tell him. But that would end this completely, and she needed to come. If she was his trophy, she was going to get something out of it.
She smiled at him, and he took that as a sign to rub her clit with his thumb. It was like she’d stuck her finger into a socket.
“Ethan.” She didn’t decide to say his name, didn’t want him to hear how he affected her. But he’d stripped her down to a needy mess, just by pissing her off.
He took his fingers away, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to just take one orgasm from him and leave him hanging. That’s what a vengeful wife in a movie would do. But, despite the fact that she was on magazine covers, she was just a regular girl in a body that needed to be touched.
He leaned his forehead against hers and put the fingers that had been inside her in his mouth. He was still holding her hands up over her head. She was at his mercy. “You taste like you’re still mine.”
She didn’t want to melt at his words, but she liked them too much. Those words made her wish she could rewind time and suggest that they go on vacation for New Year’s, that she could intercept the friend who brought the drugs and the girl who had fucked her husband in her bed.
Even though she didn’t even really have the right to be all that mad about it anymore, it still twisted in her gut.
“Don’t go there.” He must have felt her pull away from him. “It’s just the two of us in this room, and I know you need another one.”
When he said that, she noticed she was rubbing against him, pressing to get closer. It was kind of humiliating, how well he knew her. “Then, what are you waiting for?”
He released her wrists and turned her to face the door. If she looked to the side, she could see them together in the mirror over the sink. It was one of those bathrooms in a nice restaurant that some people would call a lounge—the only thing that saved this from being totally sleazy.
Also, she was fucking her husband in the bathroom.
So, it was almost classy. Or that was what she told herself as Ethan smoothed over her ass with his big hand before undoing his pants.
Her fingernails might have gouged holes into the door as he pulled his cock out and entered her.
She didn’t look at where they were connected, but at the lock of dark hair that fell into his face as he slammed into her.
His hands twined around her waist and jerked her closer to him on every stroke. A drop of sweat from his face hit the middle of her back and caressed its way down her spine. “Fuck, Ethan. Don’t stop.”
She shouldn’t be the one begging him for anything.
It felt pathetic, even when she was this turned on.
But there was a primal part of her brain that needed him to lose control for her.
It didn’t matter that her conscious mind had decided their marriage was already over, she needed to know he still belonged to her.
“So greedy,” he whispered against the back of her neck as he fucked her. And it was true. He didn’t even know the extent of it. She wanted Ethan, and she wanted Luca too.
She wanted the one thing she was sure she couldn’t have—both of these men to call her their very own.
Thinking about what it would be like if Luca was there, leaning on the sink, telling Ethan to reach down and press on her clit so she would come harder, sent her over the edge. She started babbling, not sure what she was saying, until Ethan covered her mouth with his hand and came inside her.
He kissed the back of her damp neck, almost like he saw her as someone to be treasured instead of something to be won. “I’ve missed you.”
She felt the same way, but she couldn’t return the words. She hadn’t missed him all that much until tonight. Her guilt had made it almost impossible for her to feel anything else.
And now that guilt was subsumed by shameless fantasies of having her husband, and Luca too.
She would never tell either of them how she felt.
They could barely stand to be together in the same room, and Ethan didn’t know what had happened with Luca—twice—but she could keep the thoughts for herself.
She’d take them out of the back of her mind and play with them once neither of them knew her anymore.