After sitting here staring at the wall for thirty minutes, I grab my car keys, cell phone, and wallet from my desk. Every hard, frustrated step I take echoes down the hall leading into the kitchen.
"I just won't go to that diner to meet her," I say as I open the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
"Hey, babe," Aubrey says as she wraps her arms around me.
"Hey, is this for me?" I point to the blizzard in her hand.
"Yes, this is for you."
"Thank you. It looks delicious."
"Cruz, you feel so tense, Is something bothering you?" I sigh knowing I should come clean, confess my sins, but as usual, I chicken out.
"I'm fine. Aubrey, where is Braylee?"
"Well, as we were making our way towards the car at Dairy Queen, Lydia pulls in beside us with Emily."
"And once Braylee saw Emily, she begged to go home with her and Lydia?"
"You know our daughter so well. I told Lydia I will pick Braylee up in a few hours. You know we are now all alone? I think we should take advantage of these few hours we have alone, babe," her hands reach up and unbutton my shirt.
"Is someone a little eager to have her way with her husband in every room and in every naughty position?" I ask as I lower my mouth onto her neck. I feel her hands aggressively pull at the zipper on my pants.
"Damn, babe, you want me, don't you? And I'm wanting you just as much," I grin as I lift her up on the counter next to the sink. Her legs open, inviting me between them.
"I want you, Cruz," she moans as her fingers travel down my bare chest. My hands grab her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter for better access to her entrance. I position myself at her opening and thrust forward.
"Oh god, Cruz," she moans.
"Shit, Aubrey. Come here, I want to be deeper inside of you," I whisper. I once again lift her up with her legs wrapped around me. We bounce off the hall wall, unable to keep our mouths off of each other as we make our way into the living room, wanting to get on the sofa.
"Oh my god, yes," she moans as I lower her onto the sofa and thrust myself deeper. She violently thrust her hips, causing me to lose control and thrust harder.
"Oh god, Cruz, harder," she insists. The sight of her breasts bouncing with every thrust and hearing her moan my name pushes me over the edge.
"God, Aubrey," I moan as I feel myself spill inside of her.
"Wow! she looks up at me with a look of satisfaction.
"Right back at you," I lean over and press my lips on her.
"Cruz, is that your phone I hear coming from the kitchen?"
"Yes. Stay here. I will be right back.
As I make my way back to the kitchen, the thought it could be Kendall sends a chill down my spine. I take a deep breath before picking up my phone from the table. Part of me doesn't want to look at the text, but I slowly look down and gasp once I see the text.
"Cruz, I am trying my best not to lose my patience, but if you don't get to the diner within twenty minutes, I'll have no choice but to come to your house. I was serious when I told you I have something important to tell you. You either come here, or I will not hesitate to come to your house. Wonder if your wife will want to join in our important conversation?" she says before hanging up.
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Wicked Intentions Book 1 ✅
Mystery / ThrillerWarning-Rated Mature 18+ There is no such thing as a perfect marriage, every marriage has its ups and downs. Aubrey and Cruz Garcia will soon learn the honeymoon phase doesn't last forever. When they hit a rough patch, he feels it's best for him to...
