Evan’s pace increases with one hand gripping my hip. Callum joins in, rubbing my clit, intensifying the feeling of pure bliss coursing through my body.
“Can you give Evan one more?” Callum growls.
“Let me feel you, Wifey.”
I come again. The orgasm rips through me, and Evan follows. And then he’s leaning over me and trying to catch his breath.
And then we all lie together, tangled in my bed. Evan disposes of the condom and returns. Callum pulls the blanket over us, and I’m between them.
Callum clears his throat. “I won.”
“You went first,” Evan corrects. “That’s not the same as winning.”
I laugh. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Callum gives me a light swat on my ass. “Ridiculously good, you mean.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling.
Evan presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“I just had three orgasms. Of course I’m okay.”
“That makes you the winner.” Callum chuckles and then squeezes my hand.
CHAPTER 13
Silas
I’m knotting my tie when Tania walks past my open door.
She doesn’t pause. Doesn’t stop. But the dress catches my attention before I can continue with my tie.
It’s dark green and backless. The fabric clings to her hips, and her red hair is swept up, exposing her neck.
My hands freeze on my tie.
She disappears down the hallway, heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and I force myself to finish the knot.
Focus.
Tonight is just a fundraiser; it’s a Thanksgiving charity event with heavy press coverage. It’s an important public appearance where we can show off our wife.
Our fake wife, I remind myself. I pull the tie tight and catch my reflection in the mirror. But I know the lie doesn’t work anymore.
I reach for my cufflinks, and the memory hits me before I can stop it.
Two days ago. Late afternoon. I was walking past the laundry room on my way to the gym.
The door was half-open. I should have kept walking. I didn’t.
Callum’s head was between Tania’s thighs. She was perched on the dryer, legs spread, with one hand fisted in his hair. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, and she made sounds that make me hard every time I think about them.
I stop. Shake my head.
I slide the cufflink through the hole and force my breathing to slow. But I can’t stop thinking about it.
She was wearing one of Evan’s shirts. Unbuttoned. Nothing underneath. Callum’s hands were on her hips, holding her in place while his mouth worked her over.
