He flips me onto my back, hooks my legs over his shoulders. Fucks me deep and hard. I’m lit up everywhere. The third orgasm crests as Robert’s rhythm falters.
“Look at me.” His eyes lock on mine, fierce. “You’re mine, Shannon. No matter who else touches you. No matter who else makes you scream.”
“Yours. Always yours.”
He groans and we come at the same time. His warm cum fills me as color sparkles along the edges of my vision. Pleasure turns my mind to mush and there’s nothing but the two of us as he fucks me through the ecstasy.
Afterward, we lie tangled together. The ceiling fan turns lazy circles above us. Robert’s hand rests on my hip, then slides down to my thigh. His fingers move higher until they find the mark.
He goes still.
“What’s this?” His voice is quiet, but there’s heat underneath.
I know what he’s found. Tony’s hickey. Dark purple against pale skin, positioned exactly where only an intimate partner would see it.
“Tony.” The word comes out breathy.
Robert’s thumb presses against the bruise. I hiss at the tender sting.
“Here.” His touch is possessive as he circles the mark. “On your inner thigh. Where I’d be the only one to see it when I fucked you.”
“Yes.”
His eyes meet mine, and that look I predicted is there—raw and claiming.Mine.
“He marked you for me to find.” Robert’s thumb presses harder, and I gasp. “Wanted me to know exactly where his mouth was on you.”
“Robert—“
He shifts, pushing my thighs apart so he can see it properly. The hickey is vivid against my skin, unmistakable.
“Fuck.” The word is reverent. His thumb finds another bruise—Adrian’s fingerprints, forming—and moves over it slowly.
“Two men.” His voice is drowsy, satisfied. “In one night.”
“Three, counting you.”
His snort makes me smile. “And you came home to me.”
I look at him. The lines around his eyes that I’ve watched deepen over fifteen years. This man who asked me to explore and then turned my exploration into the fuel for our best sex in a decade.
“I’ll always come home to you.”
He kisses my forehead tenderly and snuggles against me again. His breathing slows, evens out, and I know he’s drifting toward sleep.
I stare at the ceiling fan. I told him about every touch and every obscene word.
But I forgot to tell him about the used panties. That wasn’t on purpose, and it’ll probably earn me a hard fucking tomorrow when I do.
I said I’d tell him everything, but I didn’t tell him what I suspect about Tony’s connections. About the business that isn’t the real business.
I can’t—not yet. I need one more time. Then I’ll come clean.
I close my eyes.
Next time, I’m not going to stumble into anything unaware.
Next time, I’m done playing it safe on the main floor. I want to know what it takes to become a high roller.
