Page 40 of Margot

I didn’t understand how the hell I had such a deep connection with Lennox when I didn’t even know him. He was making me feel things I’d never felt before.

Knowing that I gave him something he didn’t get from the woman he loved with all his heart was enough for me to overdose on. Knowing I made someone feel good. Knowing I was addictive enough to make someone like Lennox stray.

I clamped my thighs down, pressing them against his sides and he groaned. I sucked his cock with my pussy, clenching my muscles until his dick pulsed between my walls. “Goddammit, Margot.” He thrust into me once more and went so deep that I thought I could feel him in my fucking stomach.

“Lennox!” I whined, digging my heels into the top of his ass. My climax was unrelenting and it throbbed through me like the heavy baseline of my favorite song. I devoured the feeling like an addict. I shook like one too.

My thighs trembled and my pussy ached in the most glorious way. I was full of Lennox again after he came in me and I didn’t care. It was reckless and I couldn’t make myself do anything about it. I wanted every drop of him.

I didn’t realize until he pulled out a second time that I was empty without him. I didn’t realize that everything in my life had left me tipped over and poured out. Lennox filled me back up. Maybe it was only through sex but shit, for the first time in…forever, I felt something.

I stared at his back as he sat on the side of the bed. It glistened like a column of obsidian. I slid my finger down his spine and he looked at me over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then head back to the villa, is that cool?”

“Yeah, of course. You probably don’t want to wake your wife up…right?” I pulled the cool white sheets over my exposed breasts and watched Lennox make his way to the bathroom.

“Right. She did say she was tired. No sense in waking her with a shower.” Thick slices of muscle flexed while Lennox walked into the bathroom. The pale light cast a yellow wedge on the floor. I stared at it for a while trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I couldn’t really blame the liquor for what I’d done.

A headache throbbed through the center of my skull radiating outward until I had to turn away from the light shining on the floor. I was fucking a married man.

Fucking.

Present tense.

Because I sure as fuck didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Lennox was too amazing to give up. If Sutton wouldn’t appreciate the man she had, then I would.

I sat up in bed and felt around on top of the nightstand until I found a pad of paper and an ink pen. I scribbled out a note to Lennox and then I pulled on a robe and went outside. I needed fresh air.

Lennox,

I needed to get outside for a little while. I’m not trying to hide from you but…I needed to clear my head after everything. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow. If not, call me.

410-223-1789

Margot

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