The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A

inside him. Just as she owned him in this moment.
    Her movements became near frenzied, her bottom slapping his thighs, her fingernails deep in his shoulders, her breath, her gasps, moans, and cries, her inner muscles working him with her climax until he tumbled into ecstasy right along with her.
     
    * * * * *
     
    The rain had stopped. Their bodies were plastered together in the car’s swampy atmosphere. Her ears practically hummed with the silence around them. Or maybe that was her blood pressure thrumming in her ears. Pulling away, her skin sticking to him a moment, she leaned over to turn the key enough to activate the window buttons and rolled the passenger side down. Fresh air washed over them, slightly cooler than the humidity they’d created inside.
    She settled against him, letting the outside air cool the perspiration on her skin. His cock pulsed deliciously inside her. He stroked up and down her back, then along her thighs, up again. She felt too damn good to move.
    She hadn’t called Keith in the middle of it. She hadn’t called him last night the second and third time Spence had taken her. There were no pictures, nothing to share with her husband. Which was supposed to be the reason she did these things.
    But Zoe didn’t want to share this.
    “I’m starving,” Spence said against her hair.
    “Didn’t you have lunch?” she muttered into the salty skin of his throat.
    “Yeah. But you just gave me one helluva workout.”
    “You’re so romantic.”
    He pulled back, his eyes glinting. “It’s totally romantic to say you wore me out, baby.”
    She should have been insulted, but he delighted her. She’d worked up an appetite, too. “All right, food. We can see if the road’s open.”
    Before she could scramble back into the driver’s seat, he held her face in his palms, laid his lips on hers and whispered, “That was too fucking good for words. You took my breath away, baby.” He ended with a long, drugging kiss that melted her insides.
    Once she was in her seat again, he climbed out to get rid of the condom. Zoe grabbed her panties and wriggled into them, then buckled herself in as he slid into the passenger side.
    He’d thrown the condom somewhere outside. It was probably considered littering, yet there was something elemental about it, a proud proclamation that they’d just gotten down and dirty on an off-road track in the middle of a steamy Florida rain shower. She found it incredibly sexy. And somehow freeing.
    They discovered the road was still blocked. “How long can it take?” she groused.
    “We were only twenty minutes.”
    “No way.”
    He shot her a wicked grin, held up his watch, and tapped the crystal. “Hot, fast, and sweet.”
    And that was sexy, too.
    “So much for Ocala.” She headed back to Daytona.
    They'd taken all afternoon and hadn’t even made it to Ocala. Zoe didn’t care. What they’d done in the car with the rain and the trees all around them had been the best sex she’d ever had. Okay, well, last night had been pretty damn good. And the night before that.
    It was close to four-thirty when they stopped at a Chinese take-out place on Daytona’s main drag and ordered several dishes because they couldn’t agree on just two or three. The food filled the car with delicious scents that made her mouth water.
    Back in his room, Spence flipped on the TV and tuned to an evening news program. A bag of pressed laundry lay on his bed.
    She moved it aside. “Didn’t you bring enough clothes?” Hotel laundry was expensive.
    “No. Just my carryon stuff.” He smirked. “Enough for three days.”
    She stared at him, her lips parted. “You were supposed to go home today, weren’t you?”
    He nodded.
    “And you changed your flight?”
    He nodded again.
    “Just so you could stay and fuck me?”
    He was on her in a second, his hand at the back of her neck, holding her only inches away, his slightly crooked nose right in her face. “You don’t play at home. Only when