Follow the Queen: A Menage, Sexy and Short Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Lola Wilder
softly to herself. Sighing, she folded it up and put it back into the drawer, before turning to find an oversized cotton PJs to wear.
Flipping through her closet, she saw so many dresses she loved but hadn't had the occasion to wear for such a long time. Running her hand across the clothes, she stopped on her favorite black dress. She remembered this dress. It wasn't just a favorite of hers. As she plucked it off the hanger and moved toward the full length mirror, she held up against her.
Jake had bought her this dress. Every time she wore it, it was guaranteed not to be on her body for very long. She'd gotten rid of every other memento of their relationship when she’d gotten married, but she never saw reason to get rid of the dress. Maybe it was just her way to hold onto that one sliver of the past that she couldn't bring herself to sever ties completely, but now that didn't really seem to matter. He'd found his way back into her life and for a brief moment, Kate allowed thoughts of him to creep back in.
She closed her eyes, picturing herself in the dress, slow dancing with him in the center of his darkened living room, her body pressed to his. Her heart race as she had a vision of Jake kissing her deeply, passionately, only to pick her up and carry her down the hall into his room to an oversized bed where he laid her down and slipped the dress off her sex-starved body.
The very thought of his hands on her skin, his lips kissing her calves, his tongue trailing up the inside of her thigh until he had his head buried deep in her sex, hungrily lapping up her juices gave way to instant pools of wetness between her thighs.
On impulse, she slipped out of her frumpy PJs and slid into the slim-fitting dress. Reaching behind her neck to button it up, she closed her eyes, remembering how Jake would trail his fingers across the nape of her neck, pushing the dress away so he could lean in to nibble and lick her skin with his warm tongue.
In the other room, David slammed a desk drawer, propelling Kate out of her daydream. She stood staring at herself for a moment and was just about to slip back out of the dress when he appeared at the bedroom door.
Kate could sense him there looking at her. How her entire body ached for him to come further into the room without saying a word, peel the dress from her, carry her to the bed and make love to her. She didn't want Jake to be the man she envisioned in her fantasies, she wanted it to be David. But when she finally turned to look at him, his expression was cold, guarded.
"What are you doing?" he said, in an annoyed tone, slipping his tie off and tossing it onto the bed carelessly.
Kate's blood boiled at the rudeness in his voice, like her getting dressed up was the craziest thing in the world. She glared at him, securing the button before exiting the closet, brushing directly past him and heading into the powder room.
"I'm going out."
"Out? What do you mean out? We haven't finished talking about--."
"You know what? You said it earlier. I'm so sick and tired of having this same conversation over and over again too. So, for once, I'm going to go out and do exactly what I want to do. You do it all the time. Why shouldn't I?"
Kate tried to steady her nerves. She hadn't spoken up for herself in months and she knew it. She didn't have to look at her husband to know he was just as surprised by her plans for the night as she was.
"Where are you going?" David said as Kate walked past him and into the bathroom.
Kate secured her hair in a loose bun at the back of her neck before sweeping on a thick stroke of black eyeliner and her favorite red lipstick before turning and heading back toward him.
"I have plans. Dinner is on the stove. Don't wait up."
She brushed past him, barely able to breathe, but as she padded down the stairs, she couldn't help but smirk to herself. David didn't know what hit him and soon, neither
Flipping through her closet, she saw so many dresses she loved but hadn't had the occasion to wear for such a long time. Running her hand across the clothes, she stopped on her favorite black dress. She remembered this dress. It wasn't just a favorite of hers. As she plucked it off the hanger and moved toward the full length mirror, she held up against her.
Jake had bought her this dress. Every time she wore it, it was guaranteed not to be on her body for very long. She'd gotten rid of every other memento of their relationship when she’d gotten married, but she never saw reason to get rid of the dress. Maybe it was just her way to hold onto that one sliver of the past that she couldn't bring herself to sever ties completely, but now that didn't really seem to matter. He'd found his way back into her life and for a brief moment, Kate allowed thoughts of him to creep back in.
She closed her eyes, picturing herself in the dress, slow dancing with him in the center of his darkened living room, her body pressed to his. Her heart race as she had a vision of Jake kissing her deeply, passionately, only to pick her up and carry her down the hall into his room to an oversized bed where he laid her down and slipped the dress off her sex-starved body.
The very thought of his hands on her skin, his lips kissing her calves, his tongue trailing up the inside of her thigh until he had his head buried deep in her sex, hungrily lapping up her juices gave way to instant pools of wetness between her thighs.
On impulse, she slipped out of her frumpy PJs and slid into the slim-fitting dress. Reaching behind her neck to button it up, she closed her eyes, remembering how Jake would trail his fingers across the nape of her neck, pushing the dress away so he could lean in to nibble and lick her skin with his warm tongue.
In the other room, David slammed a desk drawer, propelling Kate out of her daydream. She stood staring at herself for a moment and was just about to slip back out of the dress when he appeared at the bedroom door.
Kate could sense him there looking at her. How her entire body ached for him to come further into the room without saying a word, peel the dress from her, carry her to the bed and make love to her. She didn't want Jake to be the man she envisioned in her fantasies, she wanted it to be David. But when she finally turned to look at him, his expression was cold, guarded.
"What are you doing?" he said, in an annoyed tone, slipping his tie off and tossing it onto the bed carelessly.
Kate's blood boiled at the rudeness in his voice, like her getting dressed up was the craziest thing in the world. She glared at him, securing the button before exiting the closet, brushing directly past him and heading into the powder room.
"I'm going out."
"Out? What do you mean out? We haven't finished talking about--."
"You know what? You said it earlier. I'm so sick and tired of having this same conversation over and over again too. So, for once, I'm going to go out and do exactly what I want to do. You do it all the time. Why shouldn't I?"
Kate tried to steady her nerves. She hadn't spoken up for herself in months and she knew it. She didn't have to look at her husband to know he was just as surprised by her plans for the night as she was.
"Where are you going?" David said as Kate walked past him and into the bathroom.
Kate secured her hair in a loose bun at the back of her neck before sweeping on a thick stroke of black eyeliner and her favorite red lipstick before turning and heading back toward him.
"I have plans. Dinner is on the stove. Don't wait up."
She brushed past him, barely able to breathe, but as she padded down the stairs, she couldn't help but smirk to herself. David didn't know what hit him and soon, neither
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