DARLENEMy eyes were swimming when I managed to stand, immediately regretting it when my legs turned to water under me and I fell face-first to the sharp, marbled end of the table.“Woah, easy there sonic the hedgehog,” Alexander’s throaty rasp chuckled in my ear as he caught me just in time before I could spear myself on his office desk, the thick length of his arms brushing against my exposed nipples sweetly so that I leaned back into him.“Fuck you,” I moaned, flashing my teeth at him and letting my eyes drift closed as he nibbled on my ear, a bolt of excitement making my core swell until I could feel the puffy lips of my clit press into each other deliciously and I moaned again.“The things you do to me Darlene, fuckkk,” My husband groaned, his whispered baritone sending shivers through me that made me arch my back and spasm reflexively against his cock that had gone hard again on my back.A wave of heat had me grinding my ass against the thick mushroom head of his shaft like a bi
ALEXANDER“I’ll see you later,” Darlene whispered before she stood on her pink-polished tiptoes to press her soft lips to mine.Her short dark hair was tousled and wavy from my hands dragging and pulling through it, her lips appearing fuller in that after-sex way so that my heart swelled with pride as I laced my hands possessively around the small of her back and forced my tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard.My wife was breathing hard when I broke away, her chest rising flush against me before she shimmied from my hip, nodding and looking away distractedly as she walked out the room, only stopping briefly at the door to give my brother a lingering look he returned.I was about to speak up, but something in me hesitated when I saw the way his body was turned toward Darlene, looking down at her like she was holding up the line at his favorite food mall, until she snapped her head away and headed out, disappearing out of sight and making me chuckle briefly.No one ever won a stare-dow
DARLENEI shouldn't have stood at the door to my husband’s study like that, trying to stare his twin brother down after he’d just caught us having sex.Ugh! I couldn't believe the nerve of that man! And that I’d looked away first! What in the devil’s earth had I been trying to prove? “Ugh! What a freaking asshole!” I growled, slamming my clenched fists on the red silk of rustic-themed wallpaper that covered the hallway walls, just as my eyes fastened on a group of wide-eyed maidservants who had seen my display, watching me open-mouthed, their food trays hefted demurely on their hips as frightened alarm creased their foreheads.Great! Now the maids probably thought I was a complete balloon case. God freaking dammit.I cleared my throat, my spine straightening as I nodded in greeting, allowing them to shoulder past me wordlessly.Talk about a walk of shame.The padding of the carpet changed into a red fur as I switched wings to transverse to my room, pressing my palms against the wall
FREDRICKI was beginning to think, that there was something wrong with me as I paced the gold-encrusted space of my chambers, a faceless woman sleeping idly on the bed behind me, out cold.”Goddammit,” I muttered, my eyes flashing as I watched the half-naked strawberry-haired blonde man who was dry-heaving sobs in the blue-tinted mirror vanity.There had to be something wrong, why else couldn't I get the image of Darlene’s puffy pussy lips out of my head? My twin brother’s wife?How the hell was I supposed to get anything done? When everywhere I turn the woman was right there! I’d been on my way to his office, Xander. Couldn't remember for the life of me, where I'd kept my own set of keys, but I decided I was going to give it a shot. He was probably going to be there too, sorting out the last shipment and keeping records, so I hadn't worried too much about the nitty gritty.That was until the sound of a long, drawn-out moan sent a bolt of shock straight to my loins.What the fuck? I
DarleneI could hear them from where I was hiding, the shrill, harried voices of rich women in heat mucking about in their uppity little social circles, the clank of their New York designer wears, and chardonnay wine glasses set my teeth on what I knew would be a night-long grind.I placed a calming hand on my chest, watching the brown-haired woman in the mirror chuckle what I could almost describe as evilly, the ruddy plains of her square face bent toward my hair as she attacked the short curtain of unbending black locks with bobby pins and her instruments of war.”Nervous my Lady?” Mary tittered and I inhaled sharply, my heart slamming once into my ribcage so hard that I cupped my hands to my chest, aiming to catch the stubborn organ.Did I look nervous? My eyes fitted to hers in the mirror, but they remained staunchly fixed on my diamond-encrusted hair, before I cleared my throat, the moment of hesitation passing somewhat awkwardly.“Me? Hardly, I'm excited,” I wheezed, flashing he
FredrickThere were strangers in the foyer of my father’s grand mansion that I did not want there.The elite of the elite standing around the gold and silver studded foyer of our expansive driveway so that it looked like I was some sporangia admiring the carnage in a shark tank.“If it isn't Frederick McKenzie, the mogul’s little brother, Always a pleasure to see the little ones fostering,” Don Baron laughed coarsely, the stubbled folds of his quadruple chin vibrating so hard I reared back, afraid some animal might leap through the folds onto my crepe gold suit.”Baron, I’m afraid I can't say the same, appears you might have been stuffing more than your face,” I gritted impassively. Letting my eyes rest on the folds of his belly that had sagged so far down from his badly designed monkey- jacket that pressed up against his tree-trunk knees.“Now hold on a minute,” Don Baron stammered, raising one plump index that had reddened worryingly at the tips and I watched as the stout man’s face
ALEXANDER“Who was that?” I asked again, watching the man in the gold suit take his sweet time before turning to stare at me dumbly, a light smirk playing on the full line of his lips.I hadn't seen my wife since the night of our rendezvous, rushing into the party like I was freaking Lara croft raiding a gold-encrusted catacomb.I had gotten sidetracked, in my search for who had invited Kayla Storm to the party, wading in the avalanche of files and employee records I had scattered across the marble-finished floor of my office study.It was unbelievable, there were no records of the buxom dark-haired woman anywhere, not at the head office and not in the study! There were no records of her anywhere, even after I’d cross-referenced her ID pictures on the web.“Fucking hell,” I’d gasped, the mouse stiff under my palm as I sat, blanched as a washed-out olive skin, the plastic of the mouse cold under my palm as I looked at the white screen of the search engine.The pressure that had built
DARLENEI watched the woman’s hands reach out to settle on the lapel of his suit for the second time that night, unable to tear my eyes away from the look of what I was certain was faux innocence on her face.“Dar love? Are you okay? You seem a bit cold,” Laura whispered, breaking away from the circle of giggling women. I snapped my eyes from the handsome man’s profile to meet my best friend’s worried face, her large silver earrings catching my eye as they slapped against her cheeks when she leaned in.Ugh! I hated this, the feel of my heart racing so fast it threatened to break from my chest.Everyone was having fun at the party, drinking, and gossiping, even the occasional fist-throwing I'd been surprised to see at one of the elite’s tables, but here I was freaking lovesick and unable to get as much as two flutes of Bailey’s past the lump in my gullet.”Yeah, Yeah I’m fine, just thinking,” I whispered, managing to arrange my face into a somewhat grateful smile, but it must not have