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

beamed for Winston, turned back to Zoe. “Why don’t we meet for a drink after dinner to discuss the issue?” Or in his room for a nice quiet fuck.
    “Well, um”—she shot a look at Winston as if the man would start spreading rumors about them—“that would be fine, Mr. Benedict.”
    “Please, call me Spence.” Especially since his cock had been in her mouth. “What time would be convenient?”
    “How about seven?” Her cheeks were red with embarrassment.
    He wanted to kiss her. Instead, he gave her an effusive “Perfect,” then tucked into his bagel. Tonight, she’d be his for a very different kind of beta testing.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “I can’t believe you did that at breakfast.” Zoe glared at him, but she couldn’t help the inward smile.
    “What? I pretended I didn’t know you.”
    The man was incorrigible. God, he was even adorable. “You weren’t supposed to talk to me at all.”
    He leaned in close despite the fact that they were in a bar crowded with conventioneers whose laughter, backslapping, and boisterous voices were rising after a full day of activities. “Admit it, you were hot and bothered and dying to kiss me right in front of Winston Arnold.”
    She’d been dying for a lot more than a kiss, and hot and wet best described her condition. Keith wanted her to indulge herself with a second night. That’s exactly what she intended to do. Last night had been the best sex since she and Keith had started the whole hotwifing thing, and she wanted to know how much better it could be when they went the whole way. She was not going to ruin this by overthinking and analyzing every thought. She would jump in with both feet and take what she wanted.
    A little naughty flirting first would be a nice appetizer. “I think you were the one all hot and bothered and hard. I should have touched you under the table to find out.”
    He took her hand. “Why don’t you feel me now?”
    She was tempted, but the tabletop wasn’t big enough to cover the act. Although, with all the hooting and talking and drinking going on, who would even notice? She didn’t want to stop the play between them. “You were hard all day, weren’t you.” No question about that at all.
    “Hell, yes.”
    “And so positive I’d show up tonight.”
    He held her gaze, a quirk to his brow. “Not a doubt.”
    “You’re way too sure of yourself.”
    “Not really. I just know we aren’t finished.” This time he leaned close enough for a warm breath to brush her ear as he spoke. “I want to slide my cock deep inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”
    Her heart beat faster, her skin buzzed, her breath puffed. “My husband wants a video of it.”
    “So he talked you into it?” He reached for his beer, drank slowly, his eyes on her.
    Why be coy? She wanted to be bold. “I was the one who talked him into it. A video. A phone call. It might be too hot to handle.”
    “Lady, if we don’t get up to my room soon, I’ll have to pull you out onto the dark beach and do you right there.”
    She laughed. She’d love that. A man too crazy with desire to wait until they made it to a bed. It was exactly what she’d wanted out of hotwifing. In her head, she knew Keith loved her, that the problem was purely physical, yet she couldn’t help feeling unwanted, undesirable, the horrible sense that if she were more of a woman, her husband wouldn’t have any problem getting it up. It was a matter of what her head knew versus what her heart felt.
    But this man made her feel his desire deep inside.
    As if he could see the words written in a cartoon bubble above her head, he said, “I want to fuck you so bad right now I can’t see straight. I don’t even know what I did today.”
    She fell into his gaze, into his need, and suddenly playing wasn’t enough. She wanted the real thing. “Now,” she whispered. If she could, she’d have climbed onto his lap right then. She was wet. She was ready.
    He slid a hand surreptitiously into