Free The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page A

what she was doing. She didn’t make a conscious decision about whether or not she was going to sleep with Jake. She didn’t think about how she was going to go on living on the Row with the other wives. All she did was open her legs a little, allowing Jake’s cool, firm hand to slide even farther up the inside of her thigh.
    She sighed. Jake noticed. He let his hand slide up under the skirt of her dress. Ariel was surprised at how bold he was. She looked around. The bar was still busy and no one was paying them any attention as far as she could tell. She opened her legs just the tiniest little bit more and looked into Jake’s eyes.
    “Go ahead,” she said. “Touch it.”
    “Right now?”
    “You know you want to,” she said seductively.
    Gabe’s hand moved slowly, inching its way up her leg. Ariel closed her eyes and focused on the smooth sensation of his finger tips running over her skin. Eventually he reached the edge of her panty. He looked at her. She looked right back at him. She gave a very small nod.
    His fingers went in under the elasticated edge of her panty. Ariel held her breath. A moment later she felt him on the very edge of her pussy. She was so wet and she hoped he didn’t care. He didn’t seem to. His finger kept moving until it actually slid inside the lips of her vagina and went right inside her.
    “Oh God,” she whispered.
    Jake leaned forward and began kissing her passionately. She wasn’t thinking of anything now. Her body was working on autopilot. She opened her mouth and gladly accepted his tongue. It moved inside her, sliding against her own tongue. Her lips pressed against his. His mouth was surprisingly soft.
    This is Zola’s husband , she thought. The idea of it scared her and thrilled her at the same time. Sleeping with another woman’s husband! It wasn’t anything she’d ever thought she would do. Maybe sleeping with Gabe again had changed her. She’d gone from being the victim, the woman who waited at home while her husband fooled around behind her back, to the aggressor, the woman outside stealing other women’s men.
    “Where are you going to take me?” she whispered.
    A minute later and they were making their way out of the bar. There was an old hotel on the corner and they stumbled toward it.
    “Won’t Zola be wondering where you are?” Ariel said as they walked into the lobby of the hotel.
    It was a traditional looking place, a hotel that must have been there for decades.
    “I’m the last thing on her mind,” Jake said. “Trust me.”
    “She’s going to hate me,” Ariel said.
    “She can’t hate you if she never finds out,” he said as they reached the checkin counter.
    Jake put the room on his credit card and then pulled Ariel after him into the elevator. They were headed for the third floor. Once they were inside the elevator Ariel had a moment of clarity. She’d had a lot of wine, things had moved very quickly, and without thinking she’d allowed herself to get into this position with the husband of a friend. It was a recipe for disaster and she knew it. She also knew that she’d have to live with the guilt of this night for a very long time.
    Should she call it off?
    She looked at Gabe. He was leaning against the wall of the elevator looking at her as if he was about to jump her. Had he really been telling the truth? He’d showed her the video of Zola with another man but something about it didn’t seem to make sense. She knew Zola. At least she thought she did. It didn’t seem like her style. How old was that video? That could have happened years ago. As she looked at Jake leaning against the wall, measuring her up like a piece of dessert he’d just ordered, she suddenly felt like she’d fallen into a terrible trap. He’d lied to her. He was the cheater. It wasn’t Zola. She knew that. She’d believed what she wanted to believe and now she was about to sleep with her friend’s husband.
    She felt that Jake had played her. And she’d fallen