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Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to cons...
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I'm Married.
That's what I should tell him. That's what I've been trying to tell him.
But every time I start to form the words, my lips stop working properly and I'm caught in his baby brown eyes. They're so dark yet expressive, his pupils wide and stuck on me.
It was so adorable the way he was tripping on his words, the blush that crawled up those high cheekbones, that firm square jaw. I didn't want to assume (or ask, I know better than that) but he looked like a mix of white and asian, his features are so graceful yet stern and masculine, his dark hair tumbling in every direction. It's messy, like he runs his hands through it a lot and I can picture it so clearly. I want to run my hands through those locks and grip them. His full pink lips look like they should have sonnets dedicated to how lick-able they are and how sweet they must taste, like dark cherry.
The bartender returns and places our drinks on the table, turning to leave before I can thank her. Not one to let anything distract me for long, I go back to my perusal of the handsome adonis before me.
He's tall, maybe 6'3, and his body is slim but very muscular and toned. I find myself wanting to press all of me against him, see if we can find every place on our bodies where his hard parts line up perfectly with every soft dip and curve of my skin. His sweater is dark green and it clings to his form nicely, and I want to grab him by the collar and make the rest of him match his messy hair.
He's taller than Andrew...
Why am I comparing this man to my husband?
Orion is looking at me like I'm the first slice of cake he's ever seen and he can't wait to get a taste.
Maybe because I want him to taste me...
He's a perfect little mystery that I want to crack open. He's young, towering over everyone with an intimidating yet enthralling darkness swimming in his eyes. Those thick brows and brown eyes are a dangerous combination; I could see them melting the warmest heart with a single icy cold glare.
And yet he sits in front of me fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater, his knee bouncing up and down. He's nervous.
Because of me.
And the thought sends a viscous heat straight to my lower belly, pooling at my pussy.
I want to destroy him.
Not exactly sure what I'm smoking that gives me the confidence, but I reach out and place my hand on his thigh and the nervous tick suddenly comes to a halt. It's only then that I realize it's the hand with my wedding ring. I meet his eyes, noticing a dark and dangerous look on his face, like he was picturing tearing my clothes off and sinking in to me.
What the fuck am I doing?
"Don't be nervous. I don't bite." At that I wink and retract my hand, a volt of electricity running through me from such a simple contact with him.
