Page 25 of Checkmate
She was a slender thing, with not an ounce of fat on her. Her body was tight with everything exactly where it should be. A stunning specimen of a woman who could have any man she wanted.
Unfortunately, she was also batshit crazy.
“Yes, I’m listening,” he said finally. “I just don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to explain why you’d do that to me?”
“Sophie…” He paused, planning his words carefully. “You do remember that Erica is my wife?”
“I don’t see why that’s important,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not the only one married here.”
“You’re telling me you don’t sleep with Marcus?” The thought made his groin tighten, though he wasn’t going to let her know that.
“I haven’t slept with him since that first time…” she bit her lip and Alex forced himself to focus on the road.
Damn her.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, that really fucking turned him on. “Well, I didn’t ask you to do that, Sophie. Honestly, I’m surprised he’s not suspicious.”
“He is!” She said. “He’s been in a mood for an entire week and when I practically threw myself at him—”
“Woah, hold up,” Alex said, glancing over at her. “I thought you said you haven’t slept with him.”
“I haven’t. He rejected me.”
Then the man was an idiot. Alex couldn’t stand Sophie beyond what was underneath her clothes. He kept her around purely because she was one hell of a lay.
Why the hell would her husband, who supposedly loved her, reject her?
Idiot.
“So, you wanted to fuck him?” He asked, just to fill the silence.
“No. I mean, yes.” She sighed, pushing her hair away from her face. “I mean no. I was just trying to throw him off the scent.”
“You think he knows about us?” Alex asked, more interested in what she had to say than he had ever been.
“No. There’s no way he could know. I’ve been so careful, and he’s so wrapped up in his stupid ghost stories to care.”
“And you’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes,” she said, her tone confident. “He’s not the type to sit on something like that. He’d confront me immediately.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Alex relaxed, focusing on the road again. If Erica found out about them, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Losing her might kill him and he was a fool for risking it all for some pussy.
“Do you think I should fuck him, then?” Sophie asked.
Absolutely fucking not.
“What you do with your husband is none of my business.”
“No?” Her voice had softened, her tone meant to seduce. “You wouldn’t mind him running his hands all over my body? Grabbing my tits… playing with my pussy?”
Alex shifted in his seat, forcing himself not to react.
“You want him to slide his hard cock deep inside me, make me moan for him as I get wetter and wetter? You’d be okay with me screaming his name, and—”
