“This okay?” he asked as he held his finger steady over my pucker.
“I’ve never done it before,” I admitted.
He groaned and slid his finger into my pussy alongside his cock, then dragged my juices down to swipe them over my hole. He didn’t press inside like I’d expected him to. He circled my hole, softening the muscle there with teasing touches and flirty presses. The whole time he watched me, gauging the way I bit my lip and let my head fall back exposing my throat to him.
He pressed a line of kisses there to the tender spot below my ear and whispered, “Next time, Spencer and I are going to fuck you long and hard. We're both going to be buried inside your sweet body.”
My body went haywire, every nerve ending lighting up. His words were like an earthquake inside me, my second orgasm hitting me with the force of a tsunami as it washed over me. My mind whited out, and I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. I cried out, and he silenced me with his kiss, delving his tongue deep into my mouth and exploring every corner as I panted and moaned.
He grunted, and his cock pulsed inside me. He went rigid, his big hands holding my thick thighs in place as he emptied himself in me.
I breathed, trying to slow my racing heart. It wasn't until I was back inside my body, back somewhere near the surface of the earth, that his words registered.
His husband.
Oh hell, I'd just slept with him. He’d cheated on his husband.
“Oh, God. No. Get off me. Now,” I screeched, far too loud in the quiet office. I shoved him away, my fingertips burning against his sweat slicked chest.
Brayden stepped back, his cock sliding free. It was half hard, glistening with our combined essence. He hadn't used a condom. I'd been that gone, so desperate, I hadn’t even registered he was going in bare.
He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side, waiting for me to speak. I crossed my legs and adjusted my bra again, covering myself as well as I could.
“Keeley,” he prompted. “Darlin’, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“What have I done?” I gasped, panic ripping through me.
“Had pretty mind-blowin’ sex, if I do say so," he quipped.
I stood and straightened, looking for my panties as his essence ran down my legs. I was mortified and utterly disgusted with myself.
“Where are they? Oh my God, what did you do with my underwear?” I didn’t give him a chance to speak before I started rambling, panic making my brain go offline. “You've just cheated on your husband with me. I’ll lose my job—I’d fire me for doing that. Your marriage is going to fall apart. Oh God, everything is ruined. I’m her. I’m Amanda. What have I done? Oh God, no.”
My breaths came short and sharp, starbursts of light in front of my eyes. My hands shook, and I couldn’t think straight. Whatwas I looking for? Tears filled my eyes, and then his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
I fought him, trying to shove Brayden away. Instead, he ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, and he crooned, “Breathe, darlin’. Just breathe. In nice and slow, one, two, three and hold.” I couldn’t help but follow his instructions. “Exhale, slowly, three, two, one.” He repeated it until the starbursts disappeared and my breathing wasn’t as labored.
He lifted my chin and searched my tear-stained face. “It’s okay,” he murmured before he pressed his lips to mine in a soft, slow, chaste kiss. He did it again, and I touched my tongue to his lip. I needed his reassurance, his touch. Exactly the thing I shouldn’t want. But his calloused hands on my cheeks and his tongue in my mouth calmed me. The panic receded until I could breathe again.
“You need to know that I’d never cheat on Spencer—”
“But—”
“He and I have spoken. He wants you as much as I do. We agreed that if either of us ever found ourselves in the situation where we could be with you separately or together, we should go for it. I can call him now, or we can go and see him to tell him what's happened. He's already on board.”
“I…” Fresh tears fell. I wasn’t sure if it was relief or the sting of how a proper open relationship worked.
“I'd never cheat on him, Keeley. I'd never cheat on anyone. I'm not that kind of man.”
“Okay, that's good,” I whispered, my voice hitching as my tears continued to fall. My breath wobbled, and I clarified, “I mean, it’s good you're not that kind of man. Not that Spencer wants me too. I mean, he's gorgeous, and you're hot. Like, the two of you are as hot as the sun, hot. The sex was phenomenal, too, but we can't do this.”
I wasn’t ready to make decisions like this. I didn’t trust myself—my judgment was about as reliable as my ex-husband was faithful. The epic sex I’d just had was proof of that pudding. I could lose my job too. The Seals had a clear HR policy, just like most other organizations did about management fraternizing with other staff, including the players. I was management. This should never have happened.
“This can't get out either. You can't tell anyone. Please, I'm begging you,” I rambled.
“I'd never do anything to hurt you, darlin’. If you don't want me to tell anyone, I won't. Except Spencer. That's non-negotiable.”
“Spencer's fine. But he can't tell anyone. Please. No one at the Seals can know.” Panic set in again, starbursts appearing in front of my eyes once more as my breathing picked up . “I'll lose my job. I need to pay for childcare and medical insurance, my mortgage, food for Hannah—”
