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  John laughed in disbelief. “Well, I’m not going to walk you through it, asshole. But suffice it to say, she would have to believe that you’re a friend of mine.”

  “Good idea. Since you’ve cheated with her best friend. So now she could now cheat with your best friend.”

  “Yeah, good thinking, asshole! Jesus, I’m giving you my wife’s snatch and you’re treating me like I owe you 20 bucks.”

  “So let’s discuss scenarios. Why are we friends? How long have we known each other?”

  “I dunno. Probably a buddy from my days in the army. Or whatever other scenario you can think of.”

  Connor noticed John’s moody gaze. He touched his shoulder and looked into his wounded eyes.

  “Hey. It’s going to be okay. She’s really going to enjoy it. This is all going to work out for the best. You’ll see.”

  ***

  When Stephanie first met Connor she gave him a respectable hello. Even after a rousing introduction by John, Stephanie only politely shook Connor’s hand. Stephanie was always congenial, always polite. She took an interest in everybody she met, showing herself to be a great conversationalist.

  But when it came to intimacy, she seemed cold. Not just politely uninterested but dead inside. Her eyes were warm but vacant. Whatever love, whatever passion, was still in her had been buried deep in several layers of false emotion.

  Whenever Connor spoke, Stephanie’s interest seemed divided between her husband and her best friend, an oblivious Christa who was painting her nails.

  “Yeah, John and I go way back. We actually knew each other before we joined the military.”

  “Oh, really?” Stephanie asked.

  “Yeah, we first met in a bar. We sort of hung out for a few weeks drinking. But then we both decided to join around the same time. Eight months later and we found ourselves serving alongside each other.”

  Connor noticed Stephanie was looking past him and over to John, who was phubbing Connor entirely. Not exactly the supportive friend he was counting on.

  “Are you okay, honey?”

  “Yep,” John replied nonchalantly.

  Connor sighed as he looked over Stephanie and then Christa. Both women were gorgeous. The fact that John was such a depressed bitch in general didn’t sit well with the usually optimistic-minded Connor.

  Christa was thin and had a lanky body with blond hair. She wore casual floral colored clothing. She seemed to have a sour disposition in contrast to Stephanie’s docile smile. She hardly paid attention to anyone in the room, except for occasionally glancing at John or Stephanie.

  Stephanie was, of course, a knockout just as he anticipated. She wasn’t as thin as Christa but had a voluptuous late 30s body. She dressed in darker colors and had long dark brown hair. She had a certain innocence in her face, with big, doubt-ridden eyes.

  Christa hadn’t even acknowledged Connor yet, which Connor took as a serious offense. He started to squint and focused his energy directly into Christa’s lackadaisical face.

  “You know, Christa, forgive me for being so blunt…but you have very beautiful eyes.”

  Christa blushed and lowered her gaze, fighting a smile. “Thanks.”

  “And that fragrance I smell…vanilla, amber, almond, and jasmine. Dior by any chance?”

  “Why yes,” she said, pleasantly surprised. “It’s actually Dior Hypnotic Poison. I bought it just for the name.”

  “Well, it smells amazing on you. The fragrance complements your skin perfectly. I used to work at Dior, believe it or not when I spent some time in Paris.”

  “Oh, wow, really?”

  “Yes, you might say I have a cat-like ability to detect smells even from the faintest whiff.”

  Christa started to lighten up the more Connor spoke. She unfolded her legs and opened her arms, gesturing wider as she spoke. But to Connor, what he really noticed was that she was becoming less guarded. She desired intimacy. She was suddenly very aware of him, and conscious of the fact that at this very minute he was smelling her.

  “You have an exotic look about you,” Connor said, already making love to Christa’s eyes “Deep. Contemplative. You probably don’t get along well with other women, because you out-think them. You look very European.”

  Christa giggled and shook her hands. “I’ll take that as a compliment. I’ve always wanted to visit Europe.”

  “You should. Tell John here to take you.”

  John and Christa laughed nervously.

  “Why…why would I take her?” John said, turning beet red.

  “I just meant some day,” Christa said, sending a scowl to John.

  Connor grinned as he caught a green-eyed Stephanie watching the scene unfold. He sensed friction from every member of this love triangle and couldn’t help but stir the pot.

  “It would be an honor for any man to take you to Europe. An exotic beauty like you deserves nothing better than a first date touring the majesty of France.”

  “Oh, get out of here,” Christa laughed.

  “Are you single?” Connor asked with a calm, bratty smirk.

  “I, uh…” Christa flinched, looking back at John and Stephanie. She faced Connor and drew a blank.

  “You don’t know?”

  “I mean, uh, no, no, I’m not,” Christa said shyly.

  “I thought you were single!” Stephanie said. “Are you dating someone new?”

  “Umm…” Christa nervously shook her head side to side. “No, not really. I mean yeah, there’s a guy but…”

  She looked at John who was sending her wild-eyed gazes that seemed threatening.

  “I dunno, it’s not serious.”

  “Then you are single,” Connor laughed.

  “No, I’m not!”

  “If you had a serious boyfriend he would be here right now, romancing you, cooking for you, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.”

  “Well…I can’t argue with that!” Christa laughed.

  “Would you like to go see Europe with me?” Connor asked mischievously, enjoying Christa’s reluctance just as much as he enjoyed the sexual tension. He always liked taking women just outside their comfort zone. That just made the challenge tastier—pushing boundaries and expanding her mind to depths she never thought possible.

  Christa laughed. “No offense, but I hardly know you.”

  “I think we should change that. We’re both young and attractive. We have nothing tying us down. Why not take a chance?”

  Christa giggled. “I’m actually in my thirties. But I love that you think I’m young!”

  “Come on, Christa,” Connor said with a bad boy smirk that brought out his adorable dimples. “Do something wild while you’re young. Preferably before you get old like your friends John and Stephanie here.”

  John and Stephanie sent him a glare.

  John, in particular, was fuming mad since he just picked up on the fact that Connor was only moving in on Christa—his mistress—and all but ignoring Stephanie. This wasn’t part of the deal!

  “Connor,” John said with a rage in his eyes. “Did you know Stephanie used to be a singer? No shit.”

  “I’d like to hear Christa sing,” Connor said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  Connor’s hypnotic eyes and deep, passionate voice reduced Christa to a tittering mess. She tried to resist his charms but couldn’t stop his penetrating eyes from peering into her soul. He sensed her longing, her dissatisfaction in playing second wife, a slave to John’s whims.

  But when Connor looked at her, she felt undivided attention.

  “Tell you what,” Connor continued. “Maybe Europe is too much for a first date. How about we go out for coffee as a compromise?”

  “Okay, that I can manage.”

  John sent Christa a blatant stare. What are you doing? His harsh face seemed to scream.

  “Let’s go now. It’ll give John and Stephanie some alone time. I can sense they’re very much in love.”

  “Yes, they are,” Christa said dolefully. “
Who are we to stand in the way of true love?”

  Christa looked at Connor, treating him to bedroom eyes and a naughty simper.

  “Come on. I’ll drive.”

  Christa excitedly jumped up, ready to go for a drive…and seeming all too eager to punish her boyfriend.

  “We’ll see you later.”

  “HAVE FUN,” John grunted, not even bothering to look his treacherous mistress in the eyes. Betrayed not only by his buddy, whom he trusted enough to welcome into his home, but even by his second wife!

  Er, mistress, or whatever the PC term is for that.

  Stephanie stared at Connor and Christa in surprise as they left the house.

  “Man, they sure hit it off, didn’t they?”

  “So what?” John raged back. “Who the fuck cares?”

  “What are you so upset about?”

  “Nothing. I’m just sick of everyone talking about how great Connor is. What a raggedy, pretentious, European shit cadet he turned out to be. First time we see each other in years and he runs off with my friend instead of talking to me.”

  “Well, I didn’t say anything,” Stephanie said proudly. “I happen to think Connor is boyish looking. I’m not really attracted to that juvenile hipster look.”

  “Oh, and what do you find attractive?”

  “Well, of course,” Stephanie said with a smile and a fawning touch to John’s jaw. “I like a mature man. Preferably blond. With rugged good looks and a tummy. Someone like you.”

  Stephanie kissed John, who grunted his appreciation.

  “Damn right. You’re just being all sweet because I make you cum.”

  “Awww, no one does it like you, baby. You’re my Dom till the end!” she joked.

  John half-smiled, amused at his wife’s loyalty, but still resentful of how quickly Christa seemed to forget.

  ***

  John and Stephanie went to bed early that night. Stephanie was willing to have some great “come and get it” married sex with her husband, but John stubbornly refused. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he was feeling rejected for some reason.

  Meanwhile, Christa and Connor went out and had the best coffee of their lives. Connor charmed Christa with stories of traveling Europe, his brilliant ability to pick up on faint scents, and of course, his unapologetically polyamorous nature.

  After a couple of hours of sharing stories and trading stares, they decided to head back to John’s house.

  Christa stalled at the door, not sure if John was still awake and itching for a fight, or if he had actually just gone the fuck to sleep and started respecting a woman’s boundaries for a change.

  Yeah, right!

  “I guess this is it,” Christa said, staring at Connor in equal parts interest and dread. Every time he made a move, she followed. But whenever he suggested she make a move, that’s what really made her feel weak in the knees.

  Now, he was doing it again. Standing still, eyes locked, and with a knowing smile.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  “Why?” she said nervously.

  “You know why. Because I find you attractive. Because your natural scent is what turns me on the most.”

  Christa sighed as Connor moved closer and gently caressed her face.

  “We shouldn’t. Things are…complicated right now.”

  “Maybe at home. But things aren’t complicated right here in this moment. Are they? I am here. You are here. But your boyfriend is somewhere else.”

  “Yeah…he is,” she said, trying her damnedest to hold the stare. But trying to go head to head with Connor and his fearless disposition was no easy feat. Not only was the man drop dead handsome, but every sexy word he spoke trickled down like syrup.

  Connor embraced Christa in a hug and prepared her for a kiss.

  “I want to taste you. I want to inhale you. But I want you to beg for it. Feel the need deep inside.”

  “Uhhh huh…” Christa groaned softly.

  “You’re trembling. Why are you so nervous?”

  “Because…I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “Until now,” Connor said, right before kissing her on the lips. The kiss was light at first but became fiery with each passing second. He loved the way she “sang” whenever he took her breath away and she groaned a new high note.

  ***

  Christa and Connor tiptoed through the living room, having observed John and Stephanie had already gone to sleep. They were both imploding with passion but had to keep things quiet. Sure, they could have gotten a hotel and tried to be discreet about it. But Connor figured that would be depriving John of the wonderful experience of hearing his mistress cum in the arms of another man.

  Connor guided Christa over to the sofa and pushed her down. Without hesitation, he pulled his shirt off revealing his rock hard abs. He welcomed Christa to his stomach, letting her lips slide over and moisten his skin.

  Ordinarily, she would require minutes of foreplay to get revved up. But she couldn’t wait to his see Connor’s cock in all of its glory. The man’s personality just screamed huge magnificent cock and she had to see it, hold it, suck it, to believe it.

  She unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and looked up in worship, asking permission first like a good girl.

  She reached in and pulled out a huge eleven inch tool that defied all expectations. Her jaw dropped as she beheld the girth and length, far beyond anything John had ever given her. Thank God John had oral skills, was all she could think at that moment.

  “Suck my cock,” Connor said, grabbing Christa by the hair and bringing her closer to the eye of the hurricane. “You know you want to. You’ve never had one this big. You want to know what it feels like.”

  “Mmmmm!” Christa replied as Connor helped her out, shoving his aching cockhead into Christa’s tiny mouth.

  “There you go. That’s a good girl.”

  Christa sucked his cock with respect, making loud, profane, and gagging sounds that echoed throughout the room. She looked up at Connor’s eyes and sucked him in deeper, taking a quarter of that monster dick in her wet mouth.

  “Deep throat it.”

  “I can’t,” she mumbled after spitting him out.

  “Yes, you can. I want to feel it. Shock me. Impress me. Show me how bad you can be.”

  Christa tilted her head in sarcasm. But Connor’s determined stare wore her down. She braced herself for a full swallow. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed his length in, filling her mouth with his cock. Then she scooted in deeper, taking more inches down her mouth. She gagged as she felt Connor’s massive meat shove its way into her throat and stop her breathing. She gagged loudly as she released him, spilling on his cock and gasping for air.

  “How do you like it?”