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stroke out the length of his shaft. His gaze flicked downward to watch her fingers
spread on his cock. He panted out a rough, masculine groan then closed his eyes as he
pressed her hand more firmly against his length, showing her how he wanted more
pressure and speed.
Reaching across his body with his free hand, he snagged the nape of her neck and
pulled her face toward his. His mouth was open, his lips wet, his breath catching
roughly in his chest as he pulled her mouth down onto his then failed to do anything
more. With his lips barely touching hers, he fed his breath into her mouth and shoved
her hand down his shaft while his hips rocked upward.
Shelley, he whispered in a raw, tortured voice. I He grunted as he tightened
his hand over hers and his entire frame jerked in hard spasms, his hips thrusting against
her palm, which he held clamped against his erection. Shelley, he whispered again a
few seconds later. He moved his lips against her mouth in a thankful series of soft,
tender presses. I m sorry but Jesus I needed that.
Shelley didn t move her lips. She wasn t kissing him. She wasn t kissing a married
man. He was just touching her mouth with his lips. With her eyes almost closed and her
lips slightly parted, she accepted the small, caring touches he left on her mouth. His lips
hovered against hers like clinging rough silk. Oh my god. How could anyone so rough
and abrasive be so simultaneously, heart-renderingly tender?
Shelley expelled a long hot breath, wanting to moan just because everything inside
her ached for him. She ached to connect with him, to connect at the deepest level
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possible. Scraping her bottom lip through her teeth, she let her gaze drift down to his
groin where her palm was still splayed out over the hot ridge of his sex. Beneath her
hand, inside his sweatpants, she knew his cum lay on his hard stomach in a thick flow
of wet lust. She fought the temptation to sneak her fingers inside his pants and bathe
her fingertips in his hot ejaculate.
With a sigh, she straightened on the arm of the chair as she gave him a kind,
forgiving smile. I know. No harm done, she told him gently. I didn t do anything
you couldn t have done yourself& if your wrist wasn t sprained. She followed this
with a soft laugh that was meant to sound casual.
She ought to have felt a bit guilty, even though she hadn t done much more than
hold his hand. But she really didn t feel very guilty at all. She felt a lot more like
pressing a kiss onto the top of Rob s forehead. The more she learned about Bobbi
Brooks, the less Shelley liked her. Where was Rob s wife? How could she have walked
away from this magnificent male? And why wasn t she taking care of this beautiful
monster s needs?
Rob turned her hand in his again, pulling his thumb across her palm. I d like to do
the same for you, he said, lifting his gaze to her eyes, if you d let me.
Shelley gave her head a resolute shake. I might not be able to watch you suffer,
Rob. But I won t wreck a marriage.
You won t be wrecking a marriage, he argued softly. And I won t go too far with
you. I just want to taste you, he murmured. Let me satisfy you with my mouth,
Shelley. I hate to leave this unfinished. I hate to leave you wanting. Just let me kiss your
clit. It wouldn t take much.
Shelley stifled a groan. No, she agreed. It wouldn t take much. It wouldn t take
much to ruin your marriage either.
Don t deny me this pleasure, he warned her with a dark whisper. Don t deny
me the pleasure of watching you come.
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Shelley almost sobbed with frustration. She ached from her toes on up. Ached with
a terrible drowning need that throbbed in her wet pussy and sparked at the tips of her
breasts. I won t come between you and your wife, Rob. Let s just leave it at that.
His eyes burned up at her for several seconds. Indecision tightened his features as
he seemed to grapple with some internal argument. He opened his mouth as though he
might make some difficult confession. Finally he nodded. I ll leave it for now, he
growled.
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Chapter Five
And it continued like that for the next several weeks as Rob worked his way
through his story. The author s mood continued to swing like a tetherball on a crowded
playground. At times he was profoundly tender, treating Shelley with the sort of
thoughtful regard a man would normally reserve for a lover. At other times they shared
a quiet, comfortable companionship sprinkled with humor. But inevitably, hunger and
dissatisfaction grew again in his eyes, building to dark frustration and ultimately tightly
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