“Robert—“
“When you texted me to tell me that you were stopping at the casino...” He groans. “I got so damn hard.” His lips brush my ear. “And when you came home with his cum inside you... fuck, I almost lost my mind.”
“In a good way?”
When he speaks, his voice drops lower. “In the way that makes me want to hear you say his name while I’m fucking you.”
Holy shit, that’s filthy.
His gaze is dark. Intense. “Watching you come while you told me about him was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I still want what I said originally. You have permission to have fun and then come home and tell me everything.”
Oh thank god. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until he said it.
“What if it changes things?”
“It already has.” Robert cups my jaw. “I want you to be the woman you were in that office.”
“She might be a lot.”
“I’m counting on it.” His thumb drags along my lower lip, and something raw flashes in his eyes. “I want to see what she does.”
Something breaks open in my chest, relief or arousal or maybe both—I can’t tell anymore.
“Saturday,” I whisper. I slide my hand up his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my palm. “I’ll go back Saturday.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll go back and see what trouble I can get into.”
His kiss is bruising. Possessive. When he breaks away, we’re both breathing hard.
“I want every detail,” he says. “Every dirty thing you do.”
Lust spreads low in my body, but underneath it, I’m apprehensive. I just hope this doesn’t fuck everything up and ruin what we’ve built over fifteen years.
Chapter 2
By the time Saturday rolls around, I’m a wet mess from daydreaming about fucking Tony again.
Robert and I are having our morning coffee at the glass kitchen table when he pauses and then sets his mug down. I can tell he means business.
“Okay. If we’re doing this, we need parameters. Clear ones. For both of us.”
I laugh nervously and side-eye him. “Parameters? Really?” God, he’s being so thoughtful about this while all I can think about is Tony’s hands on me.
“I need to know you’re safe.”
I take his hand and squeeze it. “Fine. What parameters?”
“You text me when you leave.”
“Okay.”
“You tell me everything afterward. Every detail.” His voice drops. “I want to know what he does to you. How he touches you. What he says. I want to hear all of it.”
Heat crawls up my chest. I shift on the chair. The seam of my robe drags against sensitive skin.
“You sure?”
