“Tell me something, Riley. Was the delivery man the first since the wedding… or just the first one your husband caught?”
I did not answer with words.
The tension snapped. In between my legs were itching so badly that I had to reach out and grab the front of his shirt, pulling him against me.
His mouth met mine hard. There was nothing soft about the kiss. He tasted like mint and something darker. His hands went straight to my ass and squeezed. I could feel how hard he already was against my stomach.
I wanted to stop but his hand immediately went inside my jeans, tapping my wet p***y. I gave up trying to stop. I need more.
We moved without talking. I pulled him down the short hallway into the guest room. He locked the door behind us. My sister was still at work.
The apartment was e
