“Come on, Luke. We’ve been together for three years.” Her wheedling tone pierced my hungover like nails down a chalkboard. “Everyone knows we’re going to get married.” She stroked my chest, twisting my nipple the way she knew I liked.

Her logic baffled me. We’d been dating casually for six months, not three years. And I wouldn’t marry her. Ever. She was a nutcase. Certifiable.

“Sally, I love spending time with you.” I really meant I loved sinking my hard cock into her tight as fuck pussy. Hell, it would bring any man to his knees. “But I’m not ready to settle down and get married. I’m only twenty-four.” If I wanted to settle down, it wouldn’t be with you. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her neck, giving her a little love bite. I needed to get laid. She was here.

Hands travelled down her luscious curves, smacking her plump ass and lifting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her wet cunt onto the hard ridge in my jeans.

“Fuck, Sal, you feel fantastic.” I claimed her lips, bruising them as I demanded entry. Tongues tangling, my fingers slipped under her skirt and into her hot channel, drowning in her sopping hole. I groaned into her mouth and dropped her onto the couch.

Impatient to dive into her hot depths, I divested myself of my clothes and stroked myself as she performed a sensual striptease for me. She rolled a condom over my shaft with her teeth before flicking the light off.

I laughed at the glow-in-the-dark green cock standing at attention between us. “Fuck, that’s awesome, baby.”

She turned and bent over, twerking her ass in my face. Begging me to dive into her. I grabbed her hips and slammed my hard length into her, smiling and shaking my head as the neon green disappeared. She threw her head back with a scream as she shoved her ass at me.

“You can’t wink that dripping pussy at me and not expect me to pounce on it, baby.” Flesh slapping against flesh, sounds of our fucking filled the room. It was always like this with us. “GAWD! I. Love. Fucking. Your. Tight. Puss. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word punctuated by a hard thrust into her. Every pump of my hips answered by a loud squeal from my girl.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Couldn’t wait for her to shatter around my cock. And shatter she did. Spectacularly.

Her inner walls clenched down on me. Clamped around me, pulling my orgasm from my cock with a ferocity she’d never shown before. Milking me for every drop of seed.

“Oh baby, that’s it.” Sally twitched in my arms, aftershocks of her orgasm shaking her to the core. “Fuck, so good. I’ve never cum like that with anyone. Ever.” She turned, my softening cock slipping from her, and kissed me like she meant it.

I held her as she came down from her climax. Sat silent as she started talking about marriage again. Listened to her droning on about colour schemes and themes for our wedding. Heard about the engagement ring she’d already picked out. It was up to me to scrounge up ten grand to pay for it.

Her breathing slowed as she fell into a deep, sex-induced sleep. I waited another twenty minutes before slowly extricating myself from Sally’s embrace. Slipping off the couch, I creeped into my clothes and locked her door behind me.

Everything I’d ever left at her place landed in my trunk with a thud. Phone in hand, I sent her one last message.

Then I blocked her number and deleted our text threads.

Two months later, at a mutual friend’s Halloween party, Sally sauntered up to me dressed in a long, thin purple and cream box. A window on her chest showed two bright blue lines.

“What are you supposed to be, Sally?” Sweat beaded on my forehead. I dreaded her answer.

“I’m your worst nightmare, Luke.” She grinned as I replayed her rolling the condom on me. “Or should I say, Daddy?”

Doorbell rings. Like Pavlov’s dogs, the kids screech and race to see who answers it first. I follow behind, hips swinging and a smile on my face.

God, I love playdate days. Marley closed the door behind her. Her two kids ran into the family room with my three.

I laid out snacks. Bowls of popcorn, pretzels and chips. Plates of cookies and Rice Krispies’ squares. Sealed straw cups of juice and bottles of water crowded the coffee table.

Remote in hand, my eight-year-old and her BFF, Marley’s nine-year-old, scrolled through Netflix looking for a new movie to watch. It was the only time we gave the kids carte blanche with food and movies. They loved playdates for that reason.

We loved them for different reasons.

“You’re hot as fuck, baby.” My hand brushed Marley’s hair off her shoulder. “They’ll be okay. Ready?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Marley chewed her lower lip, eyeing me hungrily. “I’m horny as fuck. Think you can handle me, sugar?” I shot her a naughty smirk.

“Handle you? Gorgeous, I’m gonna milk you dry.” She shuddered, squeezing her thighs together. We gave the kids some last-minute instructions and headed to the master bedroom at the back of the house, a chorus of ‘Okay, Mommy’ following us down the hallway. “Let’s see if we can make a squirter out of you today, Mar. You game for that?” She turned to me and slapped a kiss on my lips, eyes flashing with desire.

I guess that was a yes.

Door locked. Windows wide open, thank goodness for not having close neighbours. We threw our clothes around the room, not caring where they landed.

Cheeks cupped in my hands, I pulled her lips to mine and asked, “Do you trust me?” A tremor rippled through her. She knew I was going to be pushing her boundaries today. And I knew she loved it when I did.

I palmed her tit, thumb running over her rock hard nipple. “Get on the bed, sweet thing.” She scrambled into the middle of the king-sized bed, chest heaving. Her gaze followed my every moment.

Tools in hand, I straddled her hips and grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head and tying them to the headboard with my husband’s expensive silk ties. I threw my head back and thrust my hips into her when she grabbed my nipple between her teeth. Knots secured. I looked down at her and grinned.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Jezebel.” Her giggle turned to a moan as I slid down her body and pulled her nipple into my mouth, nipping it. “That’s just the beginning.” One corner of my mouth turned up as I let her hard peak go with a pop and climbed off of her to tie her ankles to the bedposts.

Out comes the 10-inch realistic vibrator and the smooth, yet powerful, 7-inch one. I hold them up for her approval.

“Here you go, Mar. This one’s for your ass. I can’t wait to see you squirm as I shove it up there.” She was already twitching at the thought. “And this one’s for that sweet, juicy pussy of yours. You like?” I couldn’t resist the arousal seeping from her lower lips. I dipped my head and licked it up. “So fucking delicious, my sweet thing.”

Last thing I showed her was the crimson velvet blindfold. We’d gotten it in Las Vegas on our girls’ weekend a few months back. The hubbies thought all those toys we’d gotten were for them. Fuck, they couldn’t be more wrong. The hubbies enjoying them covered their true purpose. Marley and I used them on each other at least once a week.

“Here you go, Mar. Remember, though. Be quiet. If you can’t be, I’ll gag you.” I slipped the blindfold around her eyes and kissed the tip of her cute button nose. “Unless you want me to gag you.” A mewl of need escaped her lips, and her back arched, when I mention gagging her for the duration of our playdate.

I sit back to admire my handiwork. She glowed. She was gorgeous. All tied down and blindfolded. Got my juices flowing.

My dominatrix tendencies came out every chance they got. Today was one of those days. Hell, they snuck up on me the night we did tequila shots.

Fuck, I love Tequila.

I bend her knees to her chest and take the smallest vibrator in hand. “I’m going to lube this up for you, Mar.”

Shoulders pushing her knees upwards, I lean in and pull her ass cheeks apart, my pussy clenching at the sight of her pucker. Tongue rigid, I licked her, groaning with the dark, musky bite of her. The tip poked into her entry and my tongue fucked her ass. She arched her back, pushing her hips upwards. Head back, she silently screamed with the pleasure my tongue was giving her. When she was ready, I slipped the vibe into my throbbing pussy and soaked it with my juices. It was ready for her. She was ready for it. I kissed her belly button, sucking on the edge as I slowly pushed the little dick into her back end. Hips pumping slowly up and down, she helped me work it into her forbidden entrance, a contented sigh telling me it was where she wanted it to be.

Satisfied she was comfortable, I repeated the process with the bigger vibrator. I coated it with my pussy juice before sliding it into her hot, moist centre. A shiver ran through her. My eyes widened, darkened in desire as I watched her cunt clench down on it.

Fuck. Me. I would never tire of this woman.

Both vibrators were in place. I turned them up to the third setting. High enough to wind her up, but not high enough I couldn’t wind her up further. “There you go, sweet thing.” She grunted at me. Not that I expected much else.

I brushed the hair off her face with one hand. Grabbed the back of her neck with the other, pulling her to me. Hot breath mingling. I licked her bottom lip and grinned at the shudder that ran through her. I claimed her lip with a groan. Soft. Sweet. Delicious. I sought entry with my tongue, tangling it with hers as I demanded she submit to me.

Her breathless, ‘Fuck’ told me I was doing something right. I smiled, deepening the kiss. Panting, I laid my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I loved this about us. The way we slipped into being lovers without question. Each time as exciting as the first.

If soulmates existed, she was mine. And I loved it.

I nibbled and licked my way across her jaw, pulling her earlobe into my mouth and rolling it around like a sweet cherry pit. I give it a quick bite, then lick and kiss my way down her neck… her collarbone… to her pert, full breasts. My tongue circles her nipple before pulling it into my mouth with a tortured groan. I’d been craving her flavour for hours. Days. Since the previous Wednesday, when our husbands took the kids to soccer practice and then out for pizza.

I swirl my tongue around her hard peak, biting down deliciously as one hand snakes down to flick her clit. She pumps her hips up to meet my hand. We whimper and gasp in unison. It was what we’d needed.

I pull her tit into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Flick. I play with her nipple again. Chew. I bit down, just enough to make her groan, then soothe her reddened nipple and areola with a sweet lick and a kiss. Moving to the other breast, my free hand takes over teasing and tweaking the nipple I’d just abandoned to the cool air, mouth already making love to the honeyed tip.

I grasp the vibrator and let out a devilish chuckle as I pump it slowly, deliberately, deliciously in and out of her cunt. Squelch. Squeal. I watch as her juices flow from her centre. It is glorious. Beautiful.

Her sweet, musky scent wafts up to me. Envelopes me. I breathe deep, savouring the scent as my pussy pulses in response. She can’t see me, but I grinned like I’d won the lottery.

Gentle fingers open her lips and latch onto her clit. Her body shoots upwards. Only the heels of her feet and her shoulders hold her to the bed. “That’s fucking hot, Marley. Let’s do it again.” My barely there whisper has her whimper in response. I pull her little button into my mouth, sucking, twisting and chewing on it.

That big, textured vibrator pounding into her pussy the entire time. Harder. Faster. Furious, as if I’m angry she’s getting fucked and I’m not.

I’m not angry. I am aroused. Ready to get fucked, but more than satisfied to fuck Marley. To drill her into the bed. The orgasm building within her thrums through her body. Head thrashing from side to side, her whimpers change to groans. Groans turn into growls. Her growls of ecstasy become screams torn from her throat. Once. Twice. Three times she screams my name before collapsing back onto the bed, spent. Her juices coating my hand and my face.

“Now, where was I?” The one thing I’d hoped to avoid happened. The kids knocked on the door, asking if we were okay. I eased their fears while twiddling her clit and sent our spawn back to their movie.

“Okay. They’re back at it, with popsicles to boot. Let’s get back to it, shall we, sweet thing?”

Licking my lips, I wrapped them around her hard, throbbing clit again. She thrust herself into my mouth as her climax snuck up on her. She was so wet. So. Fucking. Wet. We’d trashed the sheets. I’d have to throw them in the washer once we finished up. But we weren’t done yet.

My teeth grabbed her clit, and I gently pulled, shaking my head like a dog with a treat. And it was such a sweet treat. I dragged the flat side of my tongue up her nub and slid the vibe from her centre with a delectably wet, squishy sound.

“Here you go, sweet thing. See how much you’re enjoying yourself.” I nudged the large silicone cock between her lips and watched her clean up her own juices. The ball of desire in my belly bursts as I watch her lick herself off the imitation dick. I trembled. So fucking sexy, my girl was.

I tossed the clean vibrator onto the bed before throwing her legs over my shoulders and settling between her silky thighs. A sexy sigh leaks out of me. Her scent wraps itself around me, pulling me into her. A turn of my head and I lick her inner thigh, tracing her juice slick up to her pussy. Her dripping, drenched, gorgeously soaked pussy.

I spread her lips, fingertips coated instantly. My eyes glassy at the beautiful dripping mess in front of me. Her cunt, freshly shaved for our playdate, winked at me. I smirked and, as much as I craved to touch myself and join her in bliss, I suffered through it.

Tongue flat, I savour her, licking from her ass and the vibe nestled there, to her clit. Slow and torturous. Her legs quaked. Ass clenched. Pussy wept.

I heard the desperation in her voice. Even through the gag. Her need to release made her keen, aching for an earth-shattering climax. Her need drove mine higher. Pushed me to tease her more. To leave her a whimpering, quaking puddle of cum. It was what she deserved. After all, it’s what she did to me every chance she got. It was my turn to return the favour.

I start at her nub. Her big-little-bean pulsed against my tongue. I circle it around her clit, then down through her folds to her quivering, moist centre. Fingers digging in, I grabbed her ass and pull her into me, my tongue diving in for a taste. I tongue fuck her. Fast. Slow. Hammering into her.

My eyes fluttered closed. I could feel my release building up inside of me. My pussy reverberates with the beginnings of my impending orgasm. I gulp down her juices as she cums in my mouth. Her thighs tighten around my ears as she bucks into my mouth. Then it happens.

She squirts right into my mouth. I. Fucking. Love. It.

Fuck, I did it. Thirstily, greedily, I guzzle down every drop. I lick my lips and drop my head to her thigh, one finger rimming her channel, swimming in the juices flowing unrelentingly.

“Sweet thing, that was wonderful.” Her purr of delight got lost in an aftershock of her orgasm. “I got you. Good god, baby. You squirted. Fuck yeah, you did.” Marley was coming down from her high. I couldn’t have that. I pulled the vibe partway out of her ass before pumping it in and out of her a few times before removing it and tonguing her ass.

She loved it, the way her arousal flowed like a river, hard, fast and all over me, told me that. I leaned in and licked her asshole again. And again. Fuck, my sweet thing is so sexy for me. I cup her mound, two fingers slipping into her cunt as it clenches, and she explodes all over me.

She writhes beneath me. Unable to bear it, I plunge the vibe I’d taken from her pussy into my own. My inner walls clench around the vibrator. And I cum. So fucking hard. But I keep going, pounding my pussy with the vibe while sucking you off. Finger banging you, three fingers deep. A hard nip to your clit and your ass comes off the bed. One last plunge into my depths and I bite back a scream. We come together. My muffled screams and her gagged ones echoing around the room.

Tears run out from under her blindfold. I’ve done a good job. I pull her panties out of her mouth and crash my lips to hers. “Oh hell, that was fantastic. I love having you all over me.” I sucked her tongue into my mouth, promising so much more.

Gentle fingers removed her restraints, tossing the silk ties in the laundry hamper. I rub her wrists and ankles, then grab a warm cloth and heated towel from the ensuite to clean us up with.

Once we’re clean, I pull her into me with a sigh. My chin on her head, she was the little spoon to my big spoon. We talk quietly, coming down from our lovemaking, cuddling as the kids finish their snacks and movies.

I drop a kiss on her temple. “There you go, sweet thing. Hope you had fun on our playdate.”

"OMG, Tay, you're one of a kind, you know that?” Roger panted, his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her along his shaft. “Your mouth is fucking magical, baby.” He threw his head back with a groan, hips lifting. Ass clenched. Cock twitching.

She didn’t let up. Couldn’t stop. Tayla wanted his cum in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she dragged him from her lips, licking his slit to draw his spicy goodness into her mouth.

“Only for you, lover.” She licked his balls before sucking them, one at a time, into her mouth. “You’re the only one for me, baby.”

“Oh yeah, lover, I know.” Roger rolled his hips, settling himself back in her mouth, her teeth grazing the satin hardness of his cock. “Just like I’m all yours, baby. All yours.”

He closed his eyes, missing the hard, calculating look in hers. She blinked, and it disappeared, replaced by a love so great she would do anything to preserve it.

Anything to keep him with her.

She hummed in delight. He groaned in ecstasy. Her hand slipped down her body, pinching her nipples before caressing their way down to her pussy. She grabbed herself, squeezing her bare mound. One finger dipped between her lips, rubbing her clit, then running through her slick pussy to her opening.

Her tongue soothed the burn of her teeth on his length. He shuddered at her touch, cock twitching as his balls pulled tight to his body.

Tay pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them slowly in and out as her hips rocked with the rhythm. She pulled him into her mouth one more time, deep throating him until she swallowed the head of his cock, sending a stream of pre-cum down her throat.

With a contented groan, she popped him out of her mouth, biting her lip and sending him a naughty grin.

“Feeling adventurous, Rog?” She reached for her bag, pulling a strawberry-shaped glass plug and a long, thin black bag from the side pocket.

“May I?” She holds up the butt plug with a grin,

Roger always found butt play interesting, but his Tayla made it fun, too. No way he’d refuse that action.

“Fucken-A, baby.” He laid back on the bed, pulling his knees to his chest and exposing his puckered entrance. “Go for it.” She pumped the plug into her pussy a few times, coating it in her juices, and slowly pushed it into her lover’s ass. Once it sat comfortably between his taut ass cheeks, she sat back on her haunches and smirked at him.

“Now, Roger, there’s something you need to remember. Okay?” Confused, he looked into her eyes and swallowed hard. “You cannot, under any circumstances, clench down on that plug. Got it?”

“Yes. Got it.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching her finger run down the soaked seam of her cunt. “Why not, though?”

Tayla adjusts her position. Feet flat on the bed. Knees bent. One hand behind her for support. Head cocked, she smiled at the man who stole her heart her first day of college.

She leans forward, her free hand cupping Roger’s cheek, thumb brushing over his lower lip. Apprehensive, the love he thought he saw in her eyes soothed the anxiety welling up in him.

“Well, lover,” she leaned over, lips a hair from his, “if you cum or clench those tight buns of yours, that fragile butt plug will shatter in your ass. Glass shards will spread throughout your bowels, causing untold internal damage.” She placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, biting his bottom lip. “Now remember… don’t cum. You don’t want to clench up.”

A fiendish presence lurked behind the sexy gleam in her eye. His gut told him to be wary of her mile-wide mean streak.

She leaned back, patted him on the shoulder, and put her hand back on her pussy. One finger tracing her clit, rubbing it and pinching it. Her knees fell to the bed, and she sat, splayed, before him.

Tayla watched his face. And his cock. Corners of her mouth curved up when she saw his eyes widen, turning into a full-blown grin when his cock began bobbing in his lap.

“You like that, lover?” She ran her fingers down the length of her seam as she played with her cunt. Playfully, she reached over to swipe pre-cum from the tip of his stiffening cock.

“That’s dirty pool, baby.” Roger fought his body’s inclination to rock into her touch. “How can I keep from cumming if you do that?”

She slurped her finger clean, continuing to pump his length. Her pussy flooded with arousal as he thickened in her hand. Slow, sure strokes edged him closer to release.

“Oh, baby,” she licked her lips and gave him a salacious grin, “I love it when you cum for me. And you love it when I take you to the edge and back. It’s all good.”

Hand still pumping his shaft, thumb pressed hard against her little button, Tayla threw her head back with a groan and dipped two fingers into her channel. Curled up, thick like a little cock, her fingers dove in and out of her drenched hole. Faster and faster, with her thumb matching the frantic rhythm as her hips thrust up into her hand.

“Don’t worry, Roger baby, you can do it. You have more self-control than that.” Her eyes narrowed at him, calculating and cold before innocence pushed it aside. “You’d never let temptation take you from me, would you?”

Roger swallowed his dread back, choosing to trust her and her love for him. He wished he shared her faith in his self-control.

Fingers still curled around his cock, her strokes still slow and steady. She pulled him along with her. Roger pushed his hands into the mattress, lifting his ass off the deep blue silk sheet. Eyes squeezed shut, he willed himself to keep it together.

“Tay… baby… please.” His Adam’s apple bobbed with the effort to keep from blowing his load. “Please stop. I can’t take much more.” She didn’t let up. He begged her, “Please, baby. Please stop,” desperate for release or relief from the orgasm building in his sack. His balls hardened, drawing up tight against his body. Roger reached over, stilling Tayla’s movements.

He was nervous. His bodily control was slipping.

“Please, Tay.” Some may have doubted her, but he knew she was capable of what she says would happen with the glass butt plug. Hoarse with the effort of keeping himself in check, Roger’s eyes pleaded with her. Begging for redemption.

Pulling her drenched digits from her cunt, she removed his hand before slipping her fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes at her sweet scent, tongue lapping at her juices. Groan of delight at her cinnamon-lemon taste overwhelmed him.

She stroked him. Renewed vigour and passion pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Trust in her and her love for him gave him the push to let go.

“Ugh-unh!” Cum burst from his cock, coating his belly and her hands with his seed. He squeezed his eyes shut, head back, and cried out his pleasure as he clenched his entire body, bracing for the longest orgasm of his life.

Eyes flying open, a strangled cry of despair echoed around the room as the glass plug shattered inside his body. Shards flew around his bowels, embedding themselves into the soft, internal tissue. Roger turned to the woman he loved. One thing preyed on his mind.

“You were serious?” He whispered, hoping he was wrong.

“Are you okay, lover?” Her cackle sent shivers of dread down his spine. “Do you notice that? That cold is liquid nitrogen spilling from the shattered glass.”

Roger understood the consequences of liquid nitrogen, but he still wondered why she would do this to him. Hurt at her betrayal, he croaked out the question, waiting to hear her reasons.

“I don’t understand… why?!?”

She didn’t say a word, reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of photos. Small, black and white, clear as day, photos.

Of him. With her mother. Her cousin, Len. And with her twin aunts, Bekki and LuLu.

In lots of compromising positions.

Lips dry, Roger looked up at her, mouth flapping open like a fish in the bottom of a dinghy. No words would make it better.

“Nothing else matters, does it, lover?” Hand still on his softening cock, Tayla stroked him, loving and gentle. “You’ll join them soon enough.”

Her maniacal laugh washed over him as he closed eyes, resigned to his fate. As he lay there, feeling an iciness fill his belly, he knew he’d never met anyone quite like Tayla before.

And he wished he never had.

“You’re a real piece of fucking work, aren’t you darling?” Sarcastic and bitter, the tone cut through me faster than her words could. “Tuesday night. Fantastic night with the disappointment of my life, right, darling? After all, you were there.”

Eyes flashing, fists clenched at her side, she postured herself threateningly towards me. She leaned in, giving me the chance to back up in self-defence. I didn’t back up.

This slip of a woman didn’t scare me. Not like this. Whatever hold she held over me was distracting, worrisome, but not frightening.

“So… how WAS your dinner meeting last night, anyway?” Hands on her hips, I wasn’t sure what, exactly, she was accusing me of having done. There were a few different options.

“Went fine, actually. Thanks for asking.” Shrewishly analyzing her, I asked what she least expected. “I can fill you in on my hook-up after the meeting, too. If you’re that hard up for spank bank material.”

Her head whipped backwards in astonishment, wild eyes staring out of her pale, shocked face.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, darling?”

One foot in front of the other, I advanced on her.

“She was an excellent investment, too.”

For every step I marched forward, she retreated one backward. Until her shoulders hit the wall, forcing her still as I stopped inches from her.

“Well worth the hotel suite our company sprung for. Not to mention the gifts and room service WE lavished on her.” My nearly-ex-wife hated that we are still business partners. We each refused to buy the other out, so business partners we remain.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead. This was getting good.

“Expensed everything, as usual, my dear husband?” Her voice wavered as she tried to play my game. “Typical. I hope she really was worth it.”

I ground my hips into hers. She bit her lip to keep from screaming my name in ecstasy.

“Goodness knows she didn’t look like much.” Her breath caught in her throat as she worked at getting the insult out. “All hairspray and boob job.”

Hands beside her head, I caged her in and leaned in close. Mouth grazing her ear, I whispered into it.

“Like that’s not all you are anymore, sweet cheeks.” Then I kissed her.

Hard. Furious. My tongue demanding entry into the sweetest thing ever. Okay, I’ve tasted every inch of her. Her mouth was the second sweetest tasting thing I’d ever eaten.

And I know me eating the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted was all she was thinking about. It drove everything out of my mind, too.

Slender, trembling arms snaked around my neck, pulling me as close as she could. She mewled in delight, my tongue slipping in between her gasps of arousal. We devoured one another for a moment, lost in the desire of our youth.

Reality crashed, and hard, when my office door flung open and someone shrieked.

“Randolph! What do you think you’re doing?” One four-inch-heeled purple Jimmy Choo-clad foot stomped on the luscious carpet, the beginning of a spoiled child’s tantrum. “You should be settling the terms of your divorce, not determining who still has their tonsils.”

Foreheads leaning against each other, I stared into my estranged wife’s eyes. In that moment, it was easy to remember why I’d fallen in love with her. Why we’d gotten married and what brought us to this point in time.

I remembered it all. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It would be nice to forget some of it so we could at least attempt to live our lives together.

So much history. Too many problems. Lots of arguments and pushing-pulling to gain control of a relationship doomed from the start.

When we’d first met, she could’ve convinced me to do anything, no matter how outlandish or outside my comfort zone it was. And she usually did, too.

Until this. This changed nothing, and it was better she know that sooner rather than later.

My fingertips tickled her thigh, slipping under the hem of her skirt and northward, skimming the damp silk covering her hot, moist centre. Time for me to assert my dominance and control of the situation.

“You know, sweet cheeks, the divorce is still going through. This changes nothing.” My lips grazed her cheek before lightly nipping her bottom lip, leaving us both breathless. “I didn’t mean this to go further than it has. We’ve never been good for one another, but the sex… oh, the sex has been fantastic.”

I pulled the soaked fabric aside, slipping my fingers in for a sweet treat. An outraged roar and stomping of feet across the office confirmed I wasn’t as subtle as I thought I was being.

Okay, I never thought I was being subtle. But I thought I’d hidden my actions better. Apparently not.

Amber. My wife. Only woman I’d ever love. The only one I could never live with.

My fingers walked through her depths as she looked at me in disbelief. Her body loved what I was doing to her, even if her mind didn’t. Goodness knows I was having the time of my life. Her mouth told a different story. A much different story.

“You bastard!” She hissed at me as her body convulsed with her release and her hand slapped my face. “If you think I’ll be paying that back in kind, you’re sorely mistaken.” She pulled her face into a mask of indignation, barely covering her desire for me, and tugged her dress down.

Head raised, mustering as much dignity as she could, Amber assessed me with a seductive grin. One red-nailed finger touched my lips, tracing a path down my chest to my belt buckle. Cupping me in her hand, squeezing just enough to let me know she was the dominant one now, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

“Never forget, darling husband, just who wears the thigh-high black leather high-heeled boots in this family.” With a chuckle, she stepped back and turned to Fiona, my evil-eye-giving slut of the week. Eyes wide and innocent-looking, my soon-to-be-ex-wife smiled sweetly and crooned, “He’s all yours, honey buns. Hope you can handle him.”

She turned in the doorway to give me one last, longing look.

“Don’t worry, Randy old boy, I’ll be back for more… negotiations… later this week. Make sure you bring your big boy toys. And fresh batteries. You’re going to need them.”

Her full-throated laugh carried her all the way to the elevator. The sound washed over me, reminding me just how much fun it was to play these games with her. My eyes flickered to Fiona. Too easy to read, easier to manipulate. Quick to react. Bored me with the banality of our relationship.

I would continue to play these games with Amber, and she with me. I looked forward to those games, embraced them with every fibre of my being. Amber and I loved nothing better than playing with one another. We were good at it, too.

Fiona, ass swinging seductively, made her way to my side and wrapped herself around me, laying a claim on me she didn’t have. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close as I looked into her eyes.

One thought ran through my mind. It made me appreciate everything my almost-ex-wife was, and I missed her in my life before I’d evicted her from it. Fiona smiled, thinking the loving look in my eyes was for her.