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Lover 1
The attraction was undeniable.I couldn’t escape him.I didn’t want to.I was his.He was mine.But he wasn’t my husband.------- WestMy once treasured marriage was now flawed and imperfect.By the time the guilt set in, it was too late.Reality was trying to keep me away from my obsession.My husband was that reality.My obsession was West.But West was forbidden. Taken. Married.We were swingers.It was the perfect arrangement.Until I fell in love…With West.“Baby,” my wife, Tilly, says as she climbs onto my lap. She straddles my legs and digs her nails into my shoulders, knowing I like it when she grips me there. “How about I make a deal with you?”My cock hardens as she grinds her pussy over the tip, her heat soaking through my sweatpants. Her hips swivel several times before I look at her.“What kind of deal?”Her eyes widen as I shift her over my crown, guiding it toward her ass.“I’ll get on all fours and suck you off, but—”“Done.”She smiles. “But you haven’t heard the res
Lover 2
Piper“What’s wrong, Pipes? You look like you’re a million miles away.”I slap on a smile and turn my head toward my husband, surprised he even noticed something was bothering me. He’s been so checked out lately that I could scream, and he probably wouldn’t hear me.“I’m fine, Cannon. Just thinking.”His crystal-blue eyes search mine, and I almost tell him, but I’m afraid. This trip is supposed to bring us closer together. When I booked it, I thought that time away from his job and the office would help him focus on our marriage again. But the week is almost over, and we’re still as disconnected as when we arrived.Cannon has been taking phone calls the entire time even though he promised he would leave his work back in Florida. Each call comes with an apology and time locked away in the bedroom, away from me.I don’t know what else I can do. I’ve Googled ways to bring the spark back into our marriage. Each day, I’ve worn sexy dresses and tiny bikinis to the pool. I scheduled romantic
Lover 3
Once we have everything in the bag, he glances over his shoulder and then walks us toward the resort. Sand from my flip-flops smacks me in the back of my legs and sticks to my lotioned-up body. I know the perfect place to try again. It’s more secluded, private enough that nobody would be able to see us even though we’d still be outside.As we’re approaching a little alcove with its own shower, I take Cannon’s hand and pull him inside. When we’re out of view, I slip my hand inside his swim trunks and wrap my fingers around his dick.He lets his guard down for a split second, groaning, as I pump him up and down.But, as soon as he hears voices approaching, he grabs my arm. “Piper, enough. We have to stop.”“What if I don’t want to stop?”He pulls my hand out of his bottoms and stares down at me. I’m still wrapped around his torso when he searches my eyes and says, “What’s gotten into you?”Herein lies the problem. Cannon’s meticulous and proper, driven by calculation. How else would a l
Lover 4
It takes a few seconds before I realize the faces staring back are ones I recognize. It’s my team. They’re holding out their fists, waiting for me to pound them, just like we do on our way through the tunnel as we head toward the ice.I went to practice the day after I talked to my agent and told the team I wasn’t returning. And, now, they’re here to send me off.My final walk through the tunnel.The last time I’ll ever be a part of a team.I whisper the name of each player as I pass him, and when I reach Viktor, he pulls me in for a hug.“I’ll be down to visit as soon as we hit the off-season,” he says.“I know.”“You’d better have a hell of a tan and a wicked golf game by then.”“I hate golf.”“Learn to like it because I’m going to challenge the hell out of your handicap.”I say nothing.I can’t.“You’re going to knock her up and take your son to daycare and coach little league. You’re going to be all right.”I nod, not wanting any of the things he mentioned, still unable to say a w
Lover 5
PiperThe second the hotel room door closes, Cannon’s kissing my neck. What I thought was ruined suddenly comes to life. I take two steps backward until my back is pressed against the wall. His tongue laps at a little bead of sweat the air-conditioning is trying to chase away. He likes the room freezing cold and says it keeps the humidity from destroying his hair.When I first met Cannon, his hair used to hang just above his eyebrows. When he was working out, the strands would nearly poke him in the eye. Sometime during the last few years, he started keeping the sides shaved and the top long enough to blow-dry into the perfect wave, swept away from his face. I asked him if it was the beginning of an early midlife crisis. He said he finally started giving a shit.Is that what we’re having? An early midlife crisis?“Piper? Did you hear me?” He bends at the waist to look me in the eyes.“What?”“You sure you’re okay? I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong.”“I’m fine,” I lie.“You’re not,” he
Lover 6
When his muscles relax, I wait for him to pull out and cuddle me against his chest, like he always does. But his phone rings inside the beach bag, and he stands up, running his fingers through his hair, as he looks around for it. I don’t know why I’m surprised he’s going to answer the call. I guess I hoped that, just this once, he’d put us first.I watch him dig into the pocket of the beach bag, pull the phone out, and then glance at the screen. And then he holds up a finger, letting me know he needs a minute. Normally, I’d give him all the time in the world, but it’s Saturday, and the office is closed. Only dire emergencies are handled on the weekends, and considering we’re in another country, Cannon couldn’t be much help.Something inside me snaps, and I get up from the bed and storm across the room. Without thinking, I grab the phone out of his hand and hang up.He glances back and forth between the phone and me and then stares at me in disbelief. “What the hell, Piper? That was a
Lover 7
I stay on the floor, keeping my hands on her legs, with no intention of going anywhere besides inside her pussy again. “You’ve got two minutes.” She tries closing me out, but my fingers keep her thighs pried open. “Three then.”“At least four. And I need a drink. My throat is killing me after all that screaming.”Now that I’ve swallowed her, my mouth is dry as hell, and I can use one, too. So, I go into the kitchen and stand in front of the fridge. “Wine?”“Yesss.”I pour her a glass, grab a beer for myself, and go back to the couch. She turned on a lamp while I was gone, and now, a blanket covers her legs.She reaches for the glass and says, “Remember that plan I mentioned the day we arrived in Florida? When we were in the ocean?”That was the day I tried putting my cock in her ass, which is the only reason I remember the conversation.I set the beer on the coffee table and get on my knees, feeling for her legs over the blanket and shoving them apart. “You can tell me while I lick.”
Lover 8
A couple of weeks ago, one click led to another, and before I knew what was happening, I’d joined a forum online. It’s moderated by a marriage expert who answers any and every question, no matter how off the wall or mundane it is.I would take my time browsing through each of the responses, hoping that one of them would relate to my own marriage, leading me toward some much-needed answers. Some of the posts I came across were helpful; others were completely ridiculous. But, when one particular response hit a little too close to home, I realized there were other couples in the same boat as we were and that this forum was right where I belonged.That one helpful response had me so hopeful that I was devouring every stitch of information I could get my hands on. I was even curious enough to explore the questions that didn’t have anything to do with my situation. The advice was fascinating, and some of the methods were so completely unconventional that I had to dig deeper.Swinging for in
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