Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3) by Jessica Prince Read Free Book Online Page A

over. “Just trust me on this, Mick; she’s gonna love it. But I need your help.”
    She didn’t look like she believed me, but she listened as I went through my plan anyway. Then we got to work.
    An hour later, everything was done and I was giving myself a mental pat on the back. I was a fucking genius.
    Mickey had tried to talk me out of my plan several times, but I wasn’t having any of it. I just knew this was going to work.
    “Stop looking so doubtful,” I told her. “This is perfect.”
    She stopped cleaning up her station and looked at me with a flat expression. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”
    “An idiot who’s about to get himself laid,” I boasted.
    “Whatever,” Mickey told me with a roll of her eyes. “Just make sure you will me the shop before you die. I’m gonna be pissed if I have to find a new job.”
    I snorted sarcastically as I made my way out the door. “Please, she’s gonna be all over me when she sees this.”
    “It’s been nice knowing you,” Mickey mumbled under her breath as I left for the night. Oh, yeah, I couldn’t wait to get home.

Tonight was the night. I’d psyched myself up all day long to go through with my plan to seduce Trevor into an annulment. For nearly two weeks, Trevor had been sleeping in my bed every night. And for two weeks, I’d talked myself out of moving things along to end our sham of a marriage. I wouldn’t admit to anyone else, but with every passing day my resolve grew weaker and weaker. I found myself staring at Trevor, daydreaming about what it would actually be like to be with him physically. My body responded to every little touch he gave me.
    Things which always seemed so natural in our friendship—his arm wrapped around my shoulders when we watched TV, the little peck he’d give me on the tip of my nose, the way he’d tug on one of my curls before tucking it behind my ear—were now starting to weigh on me, causing my body to grow aroused with every single brush of his skin against mine. I was a walking, talking pile of exposed nerves. Christ, I can’t remember the last time I craved an orgasm so badly.
    The longer we stayed married, the more attracted I grew to Trevor, the more I wanted to be with him. That was why I needed to end this shit now. I couldn’t risk falling too deep and having my heart crushed when it eventually ended. And that was the only thing I knew for certain—this marriage would end. And I didn’t want to lose Trevor as my friend. That’s why I needed to stick a pin in this as soon as possible.
    Standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom, I looked over my choice of clothing: a tiny, light-blue tank top that showed a hint of belly right below my navel, without a bra, and a pair of cut-off jean shorts so short the pockets stuck out of the bottoms. When I turned around, a hint of butt cheek peeked out. It was absolutely not something I’d ever wear in front of people. The clothes were mainly my housework clothes, something I wore to scrub and vacuum, and when I was doing laundry and had nothing else to wear. But I’d convinced myself that there was no way Trevor would be able to resist when he saw me in them.
    Oh, God. What if he thinks I look like a hot mess ?
    Spinning around, I peered over my shoulder, staring at what I could see of my ass and thighs. Is that cellulite ?
    Shit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.
    Just as I started doing a mental scan of what was in my closet, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Well, too late to turn back now. Sucking in a deep breath, I steeled my resolve and practiced my sultry look in the mirror one more time. It looked more like I had a twitch than it did sexy, but what could I do? It was the best I had.
    Turning off the light and heading from the room, I said a silent prayer that I could walk away from this with my heart still intact when it was all over. I had really begun to have my doubts.
    “Wifey, I’m home,” he called out, not