Thoughtless Sacrifice by Kam Carr Read Free Book Online

against my behind. I wanted him deep inside me. I
wanted to get lost in the orgasmic world we shared
together.
    His thumbs
dripped into the waistband of my panties and slowly he pulled them
down my legs; placing hot kisses on my skin as he followed their
path.
    I closed my
eyes and embraced the moment. This man was everything I ever
needed. There was no other who made me feel this way. Walking into
that interview had been the best decision of my life and I would
never give him up.
    He stood back
up, his hand slipping between my legs and massaging my sweet spot
making me sleek and ready for him. I let out a groan as I heard the
zip of his trousers. The champagne glass slipped from my fingers
and smashed on the ground. I gripped hold of the balcony, pushing
my arse out. I needed him. I needed him now.
    “ Impatient,
Mrs Thomas” he laughed in my ear. I groaned in response, as his
magic fingers played and almost brought me to the edge. His index
finger dipped inside of me and I let out a louder moan of
pleasure.
    “ Just how I
like you, Georgina. Wet and ready for me.” His finger disappeared
and he plunged deep inside of me. The scream that left my mouth was
unavoidable.
    He began to
thrust and move his hips, hitting that deep spot inside of me. One
hand gripped hard on my waist as he pounded into me. The other hand
grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my head back.
    “ Harder” I
panted. He growled and picked up speed, quickly sending me to
orgasmic heaven. My hot body with the cold Paris air only added to
the sensation. The tingles started at my toes and worked there
through my body. My heard thumped against my chest. My whole body
shook and went crazy.
    “ Fuck” he
hissed, as I felt him explode inside me. He rested his head against
my back. “I love you.”
     
    Our week in Paris was over.
Everything about it had been amazing. I was on top of the world.
Maxwell was relaxed and hadn’t mentioned anything about work.
Olivia was getting on with me, even though it did cost me a Chanel
handbag. As for Bailey he was just happy that he had met Mickey
Mouse.
    I looked over at Bailey playing
on the bedroom floor. Maxwell and Jay were loading up the car to
take us to the airport. I didn’t want to go home. Why was it always
like this? I know why, the second Maxwell stepped into that office
he forgot about everything else.
    I know he enjoys working and I
know that maybe I do sound whining. LA doesn’t feel like home to
me. I don’t know anyone. I suddenly missed Amy badly and needed to
talk to my friend. Amy had been my rock for so many years. In spite
of everything that happened, I knew I cold confide in her.
    Since moving to LA I had barely
spoke to her and that made me feel guilty. I looked round the room
trying to locate my phone. That’s when I saw Maxwell’s on the
bedside cabinet. He wouldn’t mind if I borrowed his.
    The red light was flashing
indicating he had a message. Without even thinking I opened the
message and began to read.
    'It was nice seeing you again.
I really enjoyed it. Not so long next time xxx'
    My jaw dropped open and I
didn’t know what to do. What did that text even mean? I looked at
the name, but it was just some number I didn’t recognize. It might
have not meant anything. I just had that nagging voice in my
head.
    The tears began to well up in
my eyes. There was no doubt about it. The text was from a woman.
You didn’t need to be a detective to work that out. Why would a
woman send my husband a message?
    My legs felt weak and fell down
on the bed. I had to stay calm. I didn’t want to make a scene in
front of Bailey. Could Maxwell really cheat on me?
    I heard the hotel door open and
I quickly put the phone back. With the back of my hand, I wiped the
tears away. Maxwell strolled in, wearing jeans, a shirt and his red
hair all ruffed up. He was beautiful and he was mine. He would
never cheat on me, he loved me. After everything, he wouldn’t throw
our marriage away... would he?
    “ You