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Kennedy rolled her eyes. “He was naked, wasn’t he?” She scanned the rest of the place with a curious gaze as if she were picturing the six-foot-five actor and his naked ass on every piece of furniture.
“Hey, you don’t need to be thinking about my cousin prancing around here naked. You’ve got me. Ready and waiting for you, Kennedy.” I walked backward down the hall, sliding off my sports jacket.
“Ready, huh?” Kennedy returned the seductive move by unbuttoning her blouse.
Her fluid and natural move startled me. Like being single had turned her into a sex kitten.WasI still the only man to ever have her? Taste her? Bury myself balls deep with and without a condom in her?
Christ, I couldn’t handle the word yes coming off her plump lips answering that question. Or any variation of my horrifying concerns.
Tonight, I wouldn’t ask any more questions.
CHAPTER SIX
Kennedy
“Do you have condoms?” I asked Seb, biting my lip.
“Condoms? Plural? As in you think I carry several on me now at all times.”
I watched Seb remove his charcoal sports jacket. So rich against the buttery yellow walls and bright white comforter making the bedroom glow.
“You’re single, you have that right.” I unzipped my platform suede boots and slid them off, dropping me down several inches below Seb’s six-three frame. The burgundy carpet felt soft under my feet.
“I’m not single.” He came up to me and pulled me in by the waist. “And neither are you. You’re my wife.”
The man made me melt and feel gooey with his green eyes, dark hair, and wide shoulders. I wondered if he’d gotten out of his own way and finally gotten some tail in the past six months. Women tripped over themselves watching him. And in scrubs? Calling Doctorbreak myHart...
Would sex with Sebastian put me back to square one? Would all the suffering I’d endured over the last six months trying to get over that man be for naught?
“Where were we, Kenna?” Seb kissed me.
What a question? Where were we? Getting a divorce. And he was going to San Francisco for a year. Even if we weren’t divorcing, he’d go and probably forget to call me for days and weeks. He’d get too wrapped up in the lifestyle out there. And I’d be back here, alone, waiting for him. Just like these past couple of years.
This would be our last time together, but I didn’t want to think about that now. I sat on the bed and tugged him by the belt. “Open this.”
“Oh yeah.”
After this weekend, I was pretty sure I was never having sex again.
“Remember him?” Seb gripped his cock.
“Mr. I’ll Take Your Virginity, thank you very much,” I joked, breathing in his skin, loving the smell of soap and musk.
“Taste me, Kenna.” Seb’s voice turned low and husky. “I’ll return the favor, I promise.”
A man who made a woman go crazy between my legs with his mouth was a nuisance to society because he could get whatever he wanted.
Like convincing his soon-to-be-ex-wife to pretend to still be married. Not that I needed to be convinced. I was sincere about not wanting to ruin Savannah’s wedding.
Now Sebastian wanted head. But he didn’t lie, he’d return the favor, all right. He loved going down on me.
Oh, what the hell.I licked my lips and let him rest his cock against my mouth.
“Oh, babe. I missed you.Hemissed you.”
I doubt that.
But I parted my lips because I wanted to taste him. Oh, the flavor, musky and rich. Inch by inch, he slid in, until his cock tapped the back of my throat. “No one’s taken me this good, Kenna. Ever.”
