“I like what we just did.”
“Aside from that.”
I rested my forehead against his chest. “I don’t know. First husband was missionary and there wasn’t much to it. Second was all about him.”
“What do you think you like?”
“Hard. From behind.”Someone moving me like they want to, someone accepting the control I give them, someone I can trust to make me feel good.
“On top?”
I’d never been on top. I was a thirty-two-year-old woman and my sex life had never strayed from vanilla, not even with a touch of cinnamon.
No point lying.
“Never tried it.”
His eyes flared. “Fuck.”
“Sorry.”
“What the hell are you sorry for? When you’re riding me, I’ll know that no other man has had you like that. That’s a huge turn on.”
I could kind of tell it was a huge turn on.
Then I realised the wetness between my legs and that it was dirtying him up. “Sorry. You might need another shower.”
Jack shook his head, standing with me clamped round him.
“I like it, Sim. I like you. Now let me wash those tits and make you come again.”
He did.
Twice.
* * *
Generally,I didn’t think much about meeting up with Phillip. We’d been divorced for so long I no longer thought of his as being my ex-husband. Instead, he was simply Phillip, an investor in my business and long-term advisor.
It had been around six months since we’d last met. When the board sat, which was around every quarter, he’d most usually attend, although for the last two times he’d sent Layton, his MD.
Today, the Phillip who sat in facing me, at a table in Blue, looked different to the man I remembered.
He’d been made over.
“It’s good to see you, Simone. You’re looking well. Glowing, even.” He leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I shuddered, my body remembering what it had been like to have sex with him. Back then, I’d thought he had been wonderful, my saviour when my dream of being a dancer had ended. Now I saw an older guy who took advantage of a young girl.
“Thanks. You look different.” I recognised hair implants and probable Botox and fillers.
“I’ve been making an effort. I have a new fiancée. Trina. I don’t want her to feel as if she’s marrying an old man. I’d like you to meet her.”
Phillip had been married twice after me. He’d also been married twice before me. None of his marriages since had lasted very long, both women being young and after his money which he usually made safe with a pre-nup.
“Maybe bring her to one of the restaurants some time.”
He nodded. “I will. We’re due to get married in February. Valentine’s Day. She thought it would be romantic.”
