The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Read Free Book Online

She imagined watching Spence take her over and over. Shuddering with renewed need, she slid her hand down her thigh, pulled up her dress.
    “Give me another night, sweetheart,” Keith cajoled. “Just one. I want it bad. I want to put the video on the big screen and watch it with you.” He dropped his voice low. “I want to watch you masturbate to it, to come at the same time you come up on the screen.”
    God, it was the first time he’d suggested anything like that. The images Spence had painted for her down in the bar came back to her now. “He said he wants to have me with another man there, too. He wants to shoot a video while the other man’s fucking me and call you, describe every second of it.”
    “That’s too fucking hot.” Keith’s voice was deep, guttural. “I like this guy. He’s perfect.”
    Yes, he was. That was the problem. She hadn’t even been nervous taking off her clothes for him. He’d completely seduced her.
    “You want two men, sweetheart?”
    She shook her head as if Keith could see her. “It’s better as a fantasy. But I knew you’d like the idea.” She probably shouldn’t have mentioned it. Now Keith would pester her.
    “I love it. Fuck him tomorrow night. I want him to call me when he’s inside you and tell me how it feels when you milk him dry.” His breath puffed. He was stroking his cock.
    She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to examine why. She was sure she wouldn’t like the answer.
    But she’d give Keith the words he needed. “Whatever you want, baby.” Baby . It was what Spence had called her. “I’ll fuck him so good for you.”
    It was an excuse to say she was acquiescing to Keith’s demands. She’d search out Spence tomorrow because she wanted to.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    There was something completely sexy about standing on the other side of a crowded room ignoring a woman while harboring the secret that you’d fucked her nine ways to Sunday the night before.
    All right, he hadn’t fucked her. But he’d had her so good. And she’d had him. He knew her flavors, the fullness of her lips, the hunger of her kiss, how good her mouth felt around him.
    At eight-thirty in the morning, he was already gun-metal hard. Zoe Hudson nibbled a muffin as she listened dutifully to a forty-something guy with a florid complexion whose plate was piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes.
    So what was it they were supposed to do? Pretend they didn’t know each other, that nothing had happened last night?
    Sure, he’d play her game, but he’d decided the second time he’d woken in the night with a hard-on that he’d have her again tonight. They needed to finish what they’d started. He wanted inside her bad. Which was why he carried his bagel and coffee to her table. Sticking his hand out, he introduced himself to the florid man. “Spencer Benedict, great to meet you.”
    “Winston Arnold.” Winston’s smile was big and his palm sweaty. “This is Zoe Hudson. She’s with Bay Metals in California. She did a great presentation on target accounting.”
    “I was there. Ms. Hudson gave a great presentation. I’m definitely taking home notes for my production planning guys.”
    “She’s looking for beta testers, aren’t you, Zoe?” Winston pointed at her.
    Spence smiled at Zoe’s slightly shell-shocked expression. “I’m game, Ms. Hudson. Are you free sometime today to discuss exactly what you’re looking for in a beta tester?”
    She almost choked on a bite of her muffin top. Covering her mouth with her hand, she chewed, swallowed, then took a sip of coffee. “Well, um, yes. Let me see.” She reached down to her side, rummaging in her bag as if she were looking for an appointment book or her workshop schedule.
    “So glad I could hook you two up,” Winston said brightly. “She’s going to beta me, too.”
    She damn well wouldn’t give Winston the same beta test Spence would receive. “Fantastic.” He