My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They couldn’t.
Twice. I’d f****d her twice.
It’d been four years since I touched a woman more than one time, and my wife was the only one for a decade. That was how much Lila had unhinged me.
I never slept with a woman more than once. There was no way I was going to let anyone in, and more than once would imply there was something more. Yet, I’d been inside Lila twice and my d**k was hard, dying to be inside her again.
My skin crawled, vibrated with the desire to taste her. To sink my teeth into her skin as my hips flexed my c**k deep inside her.
And it f*****g pissed me off.
I had to stay away. Never again.
Things I said to her in the chaos, words that would have earned a slap, she reveled in. They weren’t definitions I associated with her, but I wan
