It reminded her that she also needed to ask about her other medications. She had been on this anti-depressant and that other mood stabilizer since before meeting Kennedy, but by now she was about as interested in trying new brands and doses as she was interested in watching her spouse sleep around with someone ten years younger than them. Unless it was Lara’s idea, of course. Why not?Sometimes it’s hot seeing some twenty-year-old get a taste of my wife’s brand of fucking.Only if Lara got to watch, though. And pick out the girl. And seduce her beneath her spouse’s body on her behalf. That was most of the fun.
She looked at Lara now. She also looked at Chloe, walking through the dining room with refills for the wet bar in the corner. The maid glanced at the back of Kennedy’s head before leaving.
If she’s not fucking her now, she’s going to try it eventually.Kennedy was gorgeous and stinking rich. Powerful. Chloe knew she could Top, and she seemed like the kind of girl who wanted to sub for the right person. She had nothing to lose – except her job.
“Lara.”
She looked back at Kennedy, tasting the tip of her fork before patting the top of Lara’s hand on her lap. “What is it?”
“I was telling you that I need to get up at five tomorrow. Will it bother you?”
Lara could be a light sleeper. If Kennedy got up before her, it sometimes woke up Lara too, and she could never get back to sleep once that happened. This was Kennedy’s polite way of telling her to wear her earplugs.
“I will wear my earplugs.” She forced a smile. “The ones you got me for my birthday.” What a romantic gift. To be fair, she also bought Lara a diamond watch and filled the house with fifty dozen red roses. The poor chef, who was apparently allergic toflowers, had to take an emergency trip into town to shop and bring back take-out for Lara’s dinner.
Kennedy lifted Lara’s hand from her lap and kissed her fingertips. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you.” She reclaimed her hand in the name of using utensils and finishing her wine. “I thought of you while I freshened myself up for dinner. I thought, ‘How could I get my partner’s pussy wet when she steals one glance at me?’”
Kennedy leaned in, her breath whisking into her ear. “It worked.”
“Hmph.” Lara pulled away. “Well, while you were working hard today, I…”
“Called your cousin to ask him to help you divorce me?”
Lara put down her utensils with a huff. “Stop it.”
“Don’t play coy, Lara. I heard you a month ago when you were drunk on the floor. Remember?”
“I said stop it.”
Kennedy shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. I think this second honeymoon will be good for us.” She picked up the bottle of wine and refilled her wife’s glass. “Assuming you don’t serve me with divorce papers like Carolyn did to Donovan Mathison right around the time we got married.”
“A woman after my own heart.” Lara admired any woman with the gumption to divorce her husband on their twentieth anniversary.
“I’m sure she is.” Kennedy rubbed Lara’s arm, eyes darting between her demeanor and the soft skin beneath her touch. “Are you restless, Bunny? After this week, we’ll have a night or two to spare. We could go to the club and take in some of the energy.” She watched Lara drink wine. “Or we could go to the Manoir and see our kitten.”
Neither appealed to her. Not going to the club and putting on her fake smile to tell the world she and Kennedy were stillpowering through people like an army. Nor did she salivate at the thought of going higher into the mountains where they kept a mutual mistress in a discreet manor.She costs us a pretty penny. They were full-time patrons, although the girl took on other clients when they weren’t around. But in return for their copious amount of money, Lara could call the Manoir at any time and say they were coming for their kitten’s pussy whenever she wanted. They could take her out for dates, like to the club where they paraded her around like their submissive trophy. Money bought a lot of things. Including women more than willing to play the role of slutty mistress.
That thought was the only thing to make Lara smile all day.
“Perhaps the Manoir, if we can spare the trip. I suppose I’ve been itching to pinch that girl’s nipples. For you, of course.”
“That’s my girl.”
Lara gave her partner her fake smile. The real fake smile. Not the one Kennedy knew about, the one Lara used to beguile others when they had a front to create. This was the smile she used forher. The one Kennedy assumed was her real, natural smile. The idiot had no idea – it almost made Lara feel bad for her.
Chapter 2
“My Wife Should Do Many Things.”
Lara pampered herself after her shower that night. She spritzed on her favorite scent, rubbing lotion into her legs, her arms, the back of her neck as she let her strawberry blond hair dry on top of her head. Her favorite white silk robe draped over her limbs and breasts. She wore nothing beneath, preferring to let the fresh air of the primary suite stimulate her skin. Sure enough, looking into her mirror revealed both of her nipples poking through the silk.Still as perky as the day I turned sixteen.Lara was not the most endowed, and that was on her side. Kennedy always raved about her nipples more than anything else, anyway.
Sensitive nipples. It didn’t take much, like the silk brushing against them.
Lara was alone. Her spouse was in her office, finishing up preparations for the early morning meeting. Lara finished off her nightcap, then berated herself for drinking so much.
Eventually, she got up and went down the hall.
