Page 13 of Mr. Strategic

I could feel the muscles of his stomach tensing.

“Comenow,” he repeated, and I felt a slick line of sweat on his throat.

But I leaned forward so the tops of my breasts brushed against him and let out one exhale in his ear.

Just one

And he groaned, his body tensing under mine as I felt his cock twitch, spurting hot cum and coating my insides.

He had a vasectomy so I didn’t have to think about getting pregnant. Unfortunate, since I’d always wanted a baby. But when Michael had gotten one at 25, I hadn’t said anything.

My husband had been like a god to me.

If he didn’t want kids, that was all there was to it.

“Fuck,” Michael said again as I ground against him, wringing all the cum out until it was pooling on my thighs.

Then I raised my leg and pushed gently off him. His cum slid down my thigh, curled around my knee and started down my calf.

Our eyes meet for one heated second as he gripped my wrist.

“You didn’t come,” Michael said, his chest heaving.

Chapter Four

“No,” I agreed, twisting away and pulling down my skirt.

“Why not?” he demanded angrily.

“I just didn’t come, I guess,” I said, stepping away from him.

But inside, that bright spark of rebellion grew.

“Lavender Carrington, don’t you fuckingdareturn your back on me.”

My heart pounded and I froze in my tracks.

“Are you lying to me?”

I turned around slightly, too frightened to face him fully.

“No, I just didn’t come. Glad you had fun, though.”

The movement was only a flicker in the corner of my eye as he scythed out of the chair like a panther, reaching me in a few strides with those long legs.

“What the fuck do you mean,you didn’t come? You always come. You like it like that.”

I turned away. He smelled as intoxicating as he always did, that expensive cologne mixed with a hint of smoky decadence. But as I saw a muscle flex in his arm all I could think about was what it had looked like holding Alix’s ass up.

“No, I don’t,” I said.

“What do you mean, you don’t like it like that?” Micheal’s voice was a low, throbbing menace, but I fixed my eyes at our big TV, lying flat and sleek on the walls, all the other appliances sleek and new and perfect.

That’s what my life must look like on the outside. Sleek and perfect.

“Are you going to stop cheating on me?” I asked.

He jerked me around and glared with displeasure.