“No.” He shakes his head, opening the case in hand. “Not at all. I actually need a break right now. Things are fucking insane. My mind isn’t clear.”

“Really?” I walk around the coffee table, taking the spot right beside him and watching as he pulls out a small plastic bag and a razor. “Why are things insane?”

“Just are.” He lines up the white powder on a magazine, sorting each thin line evenly. Two for me, two for him. “That’s work shit. It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters,” he murmurs, dropping the razor and turning my way, “is us right now. Right?”

I smile up at him as he runs a hand across my jawline. “Right.”

Leaning forward, he presses his soft, rosy lips onto mine and I sink against his chest. “You look great tonight,” he says.

“I know. Thanks.” It’s nice to receive a compliment every once in a while and he does just that. Every time I see to him. That’s how this all started, really.

I was fed up with Griffin, and this guy I saw very often, mainly for stuff related to his work. He always made small talk, stayed in touch with Griffin. I quickly realized he wasn’t staying in touch for Griffin. He was doing it for me.

Even in sweatpants and my hair tied up he’d call me beautiful. And he’d stare at me with those warm, brown eyes and make me drift down his path more and more with each visit.

We vowed not to say names when this started and whenever we are around Griffin together we don’t say much to each other or look at one another for too long. He would notice.

Griffin notices everything.

“Where is that husband of yours?” he asks, pulling away from me and quirking a brow. “You only swing by when he isn’t around.”

He leans forward, his face hovering above one of the white strips. Covering one nostril, he inhales, and I can picture the blow instantly hitting his brain.

He makes a pained expression, but I know the feeling. The pain—the sting—always comes but it passes so quickly you don’t even think twice about it. And once it hits, you feel unstoppable.

“He is in San Diego,” I sigh, leaning forward when he pushes the magazine across the table in front of me. I snort like there is no tomorrow, ready to feel the high. It stings like a bitch going straight through my nostril but I love it.

Swiping at my nose with wide eyes, I sit back, looking towards him. “He was supposed to come back home tonight but there is a storm.”

I refuse to tell him that we argued because I was ignorant enough to demand him to make a way back to me, no matter the storm. I don’t want him to think of me as imperfect.

“You should travel with him. Get out of the house more.” He rests his arm on top of the couch behind my head.

“Pssh.” I wave a hand. “Been there. Done that. I went on one business trip with him a while ago and it was the worst decision I could have ever made. All he did was answer calls and work on papers. It was like I wasn’t even there.”

“Who says you have to sit around? Let him work while you go exploring. Make fun for yourself.”

I shake my head. “I don’t like to explore new things alone.”

“Yeah.” He smiles, revealing two dimples on his clean-shaven face. “I forgot I’m the one who got you into this.” He looks down at the lines of coke.

I fight a grin, rubbing my nose again. “You wouldn’t happen to have any wine, would you? Maybe some of that relaxing jazz music?” I slide closer to his side, running my hands down his chest and across his rock-solid abs.

I gradually unbutton his dress shirt, eager for my palm to touch his hot skin. He looks down at me with heated eyes, lips tilted up with satisfaction.

“You know I have everything you want and need, Colette. Unlike Griffin, I will never fail to please you.” He swoops me into him, and I clash against his bare chest. I yelp a bit from the possessive tug and then giggle, looping my arms around the back of his neck. His eyes drop to my lips, and his face goes a bit hard.

“Ride my dick, baby,” he whispers into my ear, the tip of his nose skimming my cheek. “Ride the shit out of it, and when you’re done I’ll treat you to some of that wine and jazz… maybe even a little bit more to keep you happy.”

“More like what?” I return, voice breathy.

“Like me eating that pussy ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Oohh, really?” I grab his face in my hands and crush his lips. He smiles behind it, all the while unbuckling his belt and shoving his dress pants down, all with me on top of his lap.

I didn’t put on any panties because I knew this would happen. It always does and I always enjoy it… maybe a little too much.

There is something about this vow I break. There is something about having two men want me that drives me crazy. I feel superior. I feel strong and in control, and I also forget about my worst issues. The past.

Griffin aches for my pussy, but I hardly give it to him because I’d much rather share it with the man that has nothing on me.

I’m not his wife. I’m not even his girlfriend. We get high together, and when we commit this sin it feels like I am fucking a stranger.

I love the danger of that.

The twisted riskiness.

How much he envies Griffin.

Though he is far from a stranger to me now. He knows what my body enjoys.

So when he lifts my hips and crams his cock into my pussy, I toss my head back and release a breathy laugh. I laugh because he will keep trying and trying to own my pussy, fucking me raw with desire, but knowing I will never truly be his.

He will keep showing me attention, even when he doesn’t feel like it because he yearns for the rare taste of me, a sexy, married woman with no boundaries.

I laugh because he is not my Griffin. Frankly, I am over Griffin now.

Humph.

Too bad I can’t just let him go.

Poof him away like the magic I snort occasionally.

TEN

Angelina

“Get up here,” Griff growls.

The bass in his voice swirls me in desire. I flip onto my stomach, looking up at him as he sits at the head of the bed. His chiseled face is relaxed, chocolate eyes glazed over due to the drink he had not too long ago.

Lightning strikes the sky and he looks towards the open balcony door.

“Haven’t had enough?” I ask, crawling up the bed to reach him. My hands go outside his legs and I lick my lips as I hover right above his manhood.

His eyes flicker down for a brief moment before pulling back up to mine. “Not even close, Angel.”

I grin, my palm drifting up his thigh. “Should I take care of that?” We both look down at his hard, anxious member, and he smirks.

“It’s only right.”

Leaning forward, I grab hold of him and kiss the tip. He groans, tensing beneath me. “Relax,” I whisper.

When I look up his throat works hard to swallow. I stroke his smooth flesh, the veins ridging across my palm. He tenses again, as if it feels so good he’ll cum in seconds.

I have longed to taste him for quite some time now. Like really, truly taste him. I have wanted him to run across my tongue for so long that I mentally sigh when my tongue finally finds the head of his cock and licks.

“Yeah,” he murmurs as I wrap my entire mouth around him. “Suck that cock, Angel.” His wish is my command.

In an instant I swallow him whole, cupping his balls in my free hand and dragging a heavy moan out of him. I look up the entire time, watching him watch me.

Something about his heated stare is so hot and so daring, turning me on by the second.

His eyes are on fire, sparking with true lust and yearning. I moan as I lift up and then sink back down, sucking his full length into my mouth, gagging as he touches the back of my throat.