Chapter 3

Without breaking stride, after flying into my room, I yanked the robe away and thrust the soaked bikini down my shaking, juice-slick thighs. After kicking the tiny wad across the carpet and ripping open my suitcase, I tugged Big Max from his box. With a growling moan, I leaped onto my back in the center of the bed. The universe pulsed as I lay there, legs flung wide, bent at the knees, and feet flat on the chilly covers. Though it probably wasn’t necessary, my tongue dragged in slow sweeps over the apple-shaped flexible knob.

One second, I was licking; the next, my fist drove it deep into me. As my flesh squelched, gripping the gliding monster, an ear-shattering scream blasted from my lips. In an instant, my pussy spasmed, and I bucked on the creaking mattress. A lengthy blink later found me, neck bent backwards, staring at the headboard as madness ignited every synapse.

With long, rapid motions, I thrust the ebony rod faster and faster. Its solid spiderweb of ridges gouging me, Big Max forced apart my clenching folds. One after another, the most powerful climaxes in years shattered my bed-slamming, shuddering body. In the end, I was nothing more than a panting, squirming wreck. Each aftershock sent me arching upward while hissing through gritted teeth.

Once I finally unclenched my other fist, releasing a handful of sheets, I swept its shaky fingertips over my sweat-slick frame. While huffing, I rotated my road lover and again did the math.

Rochelle, doing what I’d just done, can make some serious money.

A soft groan escaped my shaking lips. As I eased the ebon wand from me, my sticky fingers glided along its juice-coated ridges. Only once had I made the mistake of rushing. And that time, upon collapsing, I narrowly missed hitting the edge of a bedside table. Yeah, he was that large.

At long last, I staggered into a scalding shower. While eating dinner, the news told of a tremendous storm. The airport was already closed. A text on my phone confirmed they’d canceled my flight. All the energy drained from me as I sighed.

“Now what?” I mumbled, before downing the rest of another attractive but bland meal. “Well, a long workout in the morning would be good.”

Every time I closed my eyelids, images of Derrin’s pretty eyes returned. Not to mention echoes on my skin of his girlfriend’s little finger and Dave’s hunky body. Need to work them out of my system and... It struck me as I chewed my lower lip. Screaming like a madwoman, I’d just come while fantasizing about all of them. My brow creased. And not about my husband.

“What should I tell Dave?” I whispered to the empty room. When the ghostly sensation of stiffened flesh under taut cotton had my fingertips twitching, I giggled. “The spousal type.”

Right then, as promised, the proofs arrived with a series of chirps on my phone. While lying on the mattress, scrolling through them, I drifted fingers between my legs. As I scoured the shots, they caressed my fresh—boring—white cotton panties.

Although after Derrin’s pep talk, the images became sultrier, once Dave came into view, they were beyond steamy. My fingertips slid under the waistband to play over baby smooth skin. When Mia’s sleek silhouette appeared, I gulped and stroked my clit like she should have. That blast caught me by surprise. The instant bucking as I screamed, sending a spray of spit skyward, had me shaking. Talk about wound up.

After that desperate orgasm, I let a much slower rub draw a gentle boom from me. Once settled, I resumed scouring the pictures and slid the juicy fingers into my mouth. Dave always thought that was hot. Right at that moment, I really missed him. As wondrous as he was, Big Max could neither hug nor kiss. Then again, me grinding between two strangers wouldn’t shock my well-used ebon friend like my hubby would be. If I told him.

What Dave didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. And I didn’t want him to be hurt. We needed the money. Laura and Dave needed money. So Rochelle would get them the money they needed. Simple, right?

Rochelle will also get something else Laura needs.

At the sudden thought, I jerked in surprise. Chest a steel cage, my head flopped backward on the mattress. As it spiraled above me, I stared at the sparkly ceiling.

“What did that mean?” I murmured. After a long sigh, my shaky fist groped around for the phone.

“Hi, honey!” Dave answered right away. “How’d it go?”

His voice brought back memories of the kids at Christmas. Both excited and apprehensive they hadn’t received what they wanted.

“It was exhausting.” My still heavy breathing added to the truth in that statement.

Smile on my face, I sent him the pictures. But first, it was necessary to gauge his reaction; he received only the ones taken before I removed my top. When a muffled gasp was followed by a low whistle, my grin widened.

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