Accidental Tryst
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Accidental Tryst
Mia London
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Afterword
Other Books by Mia London
About the Author
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, event or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright ©2019 Mia London
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the publisher.
ISBN: 978-0983247456 (ebook)
978-0983247463 (paperback)
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Publisher: Mia London Books
PO Box 93852
Southlake, TX 76092
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Cover photo by DepositPhoto.
Cover design by Star Crossed Covers.
To every married couple.
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Marriage isn’t always easy. But cheers to you all who recognize that you might have something good enough to fight for.
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Special thanks to my husband. I know I’m not always the easiest person to live with. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and support. Twenty-one years together and still counting. Eternally yours!
Chapter One
Angie’s stomach churned at the sloppy wet spot left on her neck. They rolled over, and she reached beneath her to pull a stubborn pillow from under her butt. She threw it to the floor of their bedroom. Mac kept pumping while he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sucking her skin. More wetness. Angie fought the urge to wipe it off, along with the urge to grimace.
How much longer?
She clasped his shoulders, which were still well-defined and toned after all these years. Of course, Mac worked out diligently at the gym. He trained hard to keep in shape. Despite all that, he didn’t turn her on like he once had. Definitely not like when they’d first started dating.
Back then, they’d had sex all the time. She remembered one epic session where they’d completely lost track of time. Mac’s roommate had strolled in from the bars at four in the morning, and they’d just looked at each other and snickered. Sleep hadn’t mattered.
They’d lived on coffee and lust.
Back then, he’d wake her up, and kiss and stroke her body until she panted with desire before sliding his divine cock inside her. Multiple orgasms were so common she had to force Mac to take a break before she went into a sexual coma.
Now, she needed lubricant and rarely orgasmed. Sex wasn’t high on her priority list, her to-do list, or any other kind of list. She’d rather read a book, soak in the tub, or go grocery shopping.
Shit! That reminded her. The boys needed more sliced meat for their lunches.
Crap! How much longer?
Mac froze in mid-pump. “What?”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“Did you just say, ‘how much longer?’”
“Um, I don’t remember.” Damn! That thought wasn’t meant to be vocalized. Her face flushed with heat.
Mac pulled out and sat back on his haunches. His eyebrows knit together. “Is this a bad time for you, Angie? I mean, we can make love another time if this is inconvenient.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
“Oh, Mac, stop exaggerating.” She lifted the sheet to cover her torso. “I wasn’t going to orgasm anyway, so when you’re done, we’re done.”
“What the fuck?” The tone in his voice rose. “This isn’t a trip to the dentist, for Chrissake!” He ran a hand through his tousled hair and slapped his thigh.
“It’s not like I can come in that position.” The excuse sounded lame leaving her mouth, but she didn’t know what else to say. She was having sex with him because, well, he was her husband and that’s what he liked. She could take it or leave it.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he implored.
The ceiling fan spun around on low, and the sheets were disheveled across the bed.
She shrugged a shoulder. Really, he was making a big deal out of nothing.
He got up and stomped off to the bathroom. She heard what sounded a lot like “son of a bitch.”
Angie pursed her mouth and stared at the closed bathroom door, wondering if he’d return. She waited several moments and Mac didn’t come out. Should she try to patch things up? She yanked the sheet closer across her body and nibbled her lip, uncertain.
Ignoring the growing pit in her stomach, she stood, slipped on her cotton robe, and stalked to the bathroom.
“Mac, do you want to talk about it?”
He splashed water on his face, and looked up at her through the mirror, his eyes cold. “No. I can’t talk to you right now.”
She licked her lips and walked to her nightstand to pick up the romance she’d been reading. If Mac was going to go off and sulk, she didn’t need to stay. He’d cool down, eventually.
Thankfully, the boys were in bed, so that meant thirty minutes of peace and quiet. Maybe if she got engrossed in her book, she could push away what had happened tonight, at least for a little while.
She’d had to set the book down hours ago in order to start dinner, and the story was just getting hot.
Angelique MacKey had loved reading romance for years, but truthfully her interest had been reinvigorated as the distance and arguing with her husband, Steven “Mac” MacKey, had increased. They would argue over the simplest, most mundane things. Last week was the familiar fight over finances. She’d spent too much on the kids’ sports equipment. She knew his pet peeve was not having his dry-cleaning back in time for a work meeting. Never mind the fact she’d spent the whole day in the car running errands and had two parent-teacher conferences he’d missed. It became aggravating, coupled with feeling taken for granted by Mac, she found herself avoiding him more and more. In and out of the bedroom.
Tonight, she’d worn a long satin nightgown, fluffed her hair, and refreshed her Chanel perfume. He had appreciated her efforts—as he always had in the bedroom—and it didn’t take long before the gown lay in a pile on the carpet.
Then she had to open her big mouth. Brilliant.
She would need to apologize, and they’d have to talk about what happened. And God, she prayed it wouldn’t turn into a yelling match, which seemed their typical modus-operandi as of late.
She sighed heavily when she sank down into a comfy chair and switched on the table lamp in the family room. She tucked her legs underneath her and opened the book to her marker.
The tasty novella she’d been reading told the story of a single woman seeing two men, and the woman had a hard time deciding between the two. The heroine and one of the men had just returned from dinner out, and Angie almost drooled knowing what would happen next.
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Mike walked in
to her apartment and Jenni closed the door behind him, tossing her keys on the side table.
Smiling, she asked, “Would you like a drink?”
“Sure,” he replied. “What do you have?”
Jenni strolled into the kitchen and called out her short inventory. “I have red or white wine,” and opening the fridge, “or light beer. Which would you prefer?”
She leaned down to peer into the fridge and felt Mike’s warm hands on her waist, gliding over her hips and behind. She straightened and closed the door as his lips strung sensual kisses up and down her neck. She angled her head to the side to give him better vantage. His tongue slicked over her skin and sent a shiver right through her.
Mike turned her and brought his lips to hers. The kiss started slowly and built to a simmered passion. Tongues tangled. His kisses left her breathless and achy.
He wrapped his arms around her waist fully, pulling her body into his very hard form. She reached up and crossed her arms around his neck. He stroked her back and behind with his hands. His tongue in her mouth made her melt. She leaned into him and moaned.
He broke the kiss long enough to whip her sweater off and then her bra.
Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples peaked to hard nubs.
Returning his mouth to hers, he stroked and kneaded her breasts with one hand. He ran his thumb over her nipple, and she let out a little moan. He trailed his mouth down her neck, her chest, to her breast. His tongue played around her taut nipple but didn’t touch it directly. He proceeded to the other breast, again ignoring the nipple. She arched her back up to him, wanting more. He kissed and licked all around, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mike, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He smiled against her skin but didn’t keep her waiting. He put his mouth over her nipple and took it in. He sucked hard, sending a sudden rush of throbbing heat to her sex. She gripped his shoulders and let out a cry. He did the same thing to the second breast. Jenni’s sex grew wetter as the warmth spread throughout her body.
Her heart rate sped, and for a brief moment, she imagined Dane’s mouth over her nipple, sucking her until she begged for mercy. She enjoyed the shocking image of both Dane and Mike at her breasts. Mike moved his mouth lower, over her stomach. His hands worked her pants’ button and zipper, pulling them and her panties to the floor. Instead of waiting for her to step out of her garments, he simply lifted her up and carried her stark naked to the dining table.
“Lie back,” he commanded, then spread her legs apart.
He brought his lips to her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. His kisses passed her sex and went down the inside of her thighs. Then he separated her swollen lips with his thumbs and gently blew a hot breath before he circled her clit with his tongue.
She moaned and gripped the edge of the table as Mike continued his pleasurable assault. He slipped one finger inside her and stroked slowly. God, the anticipation could kill her. He added a second finger. She felt her climax build with demand. He continued with his tongue, gliding, licking, sucking. His fingers continued their ministrations, and Jenni froze with the pleasure building inside her, panting. Waiting for release. And then, as when the floodgates open after a storm, her climax thundered through her in a rush, leaving her boneless.
Mike shed his clothes double-time and sheathed his erection with a condom. He wrapped his big hands around her waist and slid her closer to him as he stood between her legs. He slipped inside with far more control than she expected.
Their gazes met and locked as he slowly pumped into her slick channel.
Keeping his eyes on her, he moved a finger to her mons, gently stroking the area, but never making contact with her clit. She licked her dry lips.
“Feet on the table,” he directed.
She bent her knees and placed her heels on the edge, opening her up to him more. Mike’s teasing brought a rush of moisture. God, she needed to come again.
“Tell me, Jenni. Does your other guy know how to fuck you like I can?”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t show her surprise. She merely held his gaze. Never before had Mike asked about Dane. And frankly, Dane hadn’t asked about him. She supposed it was only a matter of time. She didn’t hide the fact she was seeing another man from either one of them. But she hadn’t expected it to become a competition.
“And does he give you multiple orgasms?” he asked when his finger glossed over her clit.
“Ah!” She bowed off the table.
He took the opportunity to suck one taut nipple into his deliciously talented mouth. His finger continued, and his rhythm increased speed.
She shamelessly bucked up, meeting his every stroke. The tension built and she groaned until the bliss of another climax rocketed through her. She clenched down on his cock, igniting his own orgasm.
“Jenni,” he grunted.
He collapsed over her, both of them panting with exertion.
He lifted his head after a few moments to look into her eyes. “Jenni, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m falling for you, and I’ll do anything I can to prove to you that I’m the one you should be with.”
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Holy shit, Angie thought. Now that was some seriously amazing sex. A man who could wait for his girl to finish first. And Mike really wanted to be with Jenni; he really loved her. Geez.
Angie was beyond turned on after reading that scene. Biting down on her lip, she snuck one hand under her robe and felt her pussy. Wet.
She quieted her breathing. Upstairs was completely hushed, not a peep. She hadn’t heard anything but the air conditioner running. Glancing at the clock, she knew the kids—and her husband—were sound asleep.
Licking her lips, she closed her book and switched off the table lamp. The room went completely black with only bits of moonlight peeking in through the windows. She shifted in her seat, hooked a bent leg over the arm of the chair, and smoothed her finger down her sex.
She held back a moan as her eyelids fell closed. She circled and stroked and dipped inside. This was what she needed. Time to finish what she and Mac had started in the bedroom.
She pulled her robe open and arched into her hand.
“Mmm,” she breathed as her nether lips and clitoris swelled. The heightened sensation built quickly. She was almost there, and she wasn’t even trying that hard for it.
Oh so good. Within several short moments, her much-anticipated climax flew through her, making her body tremble in the chair. She sagged.
Wow. She spied the clock, and only five minutes had passed. Angie snorted. That’s what her life was missing. Feeling alive.
Chapter Two
Angie rolled out of bed early to get the boys off to school with as little upheaval as possible. Mac generally would sleep a little more, then get ready for work. Only after the kids were off, could she then take a shower. Sometimes to avoid being late for work, she’d put her makeup on in the car. Dumb move, but effective.
That morning, Mac didn’t stay in bed. He headed right for the shower. The sound of slamming doors and drawers coming from their first-floor bedroom seemed louder than usual. He was pissy all morning, clearly still fuming about the prior night.
Whatever. He got to come all the other times. So one time he didn’t come, and he acted like he had a stick up his ass. Welcome to my world, bub.
And you’re kidding yourself to think that’s the issue, Ang.
Well, they would move past this, like all the other times. She loved her husband, but there were definitely times when she didn’t like him very much.
Time to check your pride. She walked into bathroom.
Mac stood in the closet, bare-chested, fastening his pants. She loved her husband. In fact, she and Mac had been love at first sight all those years ago when they’d met working for the same firm after college in Austin. He’d captivated her. Tall, dark, and handsome used to turn her on insantly. When he was around her, she could hardly string three words together.
Love hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Seeing him naked used to make her knees weak and her mind fuzzy.
What happened?
“Mac, I want to apol—”
“I have a meeting later tonight,” he cut in. “I need something from the dry cleaners. Can you pick up the laundry or is today too inconvenient?” he asked in a snarky tone in front of the bathroom mirror.
He couldn’t even make direct eye contact with her, or bother to say please.
What the hell?
“What crawled up your butt and died?” Never mind. She didn’t want him to answer that. “Yeah, I can pick up the dry cleaning,” and with that she reached in to turn the shower on full blast. She spun around to strip. It was hard to hide anything in a room this small.
Mac always used to stand there and watch, with a devouring look on his face. Now, he only glanced her way once with complete disgust, and in a second, he was gone.
Angie stepped under the warm water and let it coat her naked body. Her breath escaped in a long exhale, one she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Sure, she still loved him. He was a good provider, good father, mostly considerate, and an overall decent human being. Somewhere along the way, their relationship had changed. They argued more and had sex less.
Mac’s climb up the corporate ladder required travel until he was gone easily seventy-percent of the time. Work was stressful, and that put him on edge, which took a toll on their communication.