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

her fingers to his lips. “We’ve discussed retiring out here so we’re getting the lay of the land, so to speak.”
    “Marvelous,” Millie enthused. “I’m sure you’re shocked at what you can get for your money. And no earthquakes.”
    Zoe’s face was burning from the loving kiss and the heated look in Spence’s eyes. “No earthquakes, true,” she said, trying to concentrate on the mission, “but what about hurricane insurance? Isn’t that very expensive?”
    “It’s actually wind insurance. The further you are from the coast, the cheaper.” She quoted a cost that was relatively close to California’s earthquake insurance.
    She asked about property taxes and homeowner’s association fees and how much it cost to run the air conditioner, all the practical questions, while Spence held her hand. He stroked her palm sensuously, then dropped her hand to put an arm around her, running his fingers up and down her arm until she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She wasn’t going to remember a single sentence of the information Millie doled out.
    Millie flourished her hand again. “Take a look around. The laundry room and half bath are there”—off the kitchen and next to the garage—“and the bedrooms are in the back.”
    The door was on the opposite side of the family room. Spence put his hand to the small of her back, devilishly close to her rear, and pushed her ahead of him.
    “You are a bad, bad man,” she whispered as soon as they were in the bedroom wing.
    He dropped his palm to her butt and squeezed. She slapped at him, stifling a girlish giggle Millie might overhear. “It needs work,” she said. All the bedroom doors had cat scratches on the bottoms, and the main bathroom on the left needed a complete overhaul.
    She led him into the master bedroom which had a large two-sink bathroom. Spence pulled her into the walk-in closet and pushed her up against the wall.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered hoarsely.
    “You got me all hot and bothered talking about insurance and property taxes and HOA fees, and now I want a little sugar.” He drawled, imitating Millie, as he shoved his hands up her dress. “Thank God your lipstick is already gone so we won’t have to worry about fixing it.” Then he covered her mouth with his, kissed her hard, his tongue deep.
    She protested with a moan. Well, it might not have been a protest, especially when he slipped inside the elastic of her panties and stroked her. Her arms, which should have been pushing at him, wrapped around his neck, and she curled her leg low on his thigh, giving him better access to all her private, aching, needy parts.
    He caressed her, then delved deep inside her with two fingers. “Christ, you’re wet.”
    She moaned, rocked against him, matching the rhythm of his fingers as he circled her clitoris. It was crazy. Millie could walk back here at any moment, her footsteps masked on the carpet. Yet Zoe clung to him, begging for more. Putting her head back against the wall, she breathed hard, gasped, and clamped her teeth down on her lip to keep from crying out.
    “You’re gonna come, baby,” he whispered. “Right here, right now.”
    She held on by her fingernails, digging them into his shoulders. He worked her harder, sweeter, until she felt her body implode, then shoot out, stars bursting behind her lids.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    He held her long moments as her body quaked, until finally she lowered her foot to the floor. He righted her panties, smoothed her dress, then licked his fingers clean of her sweet taste. His gaze locked with hers, she was so close he could see her pupils dilate.
    “You are bad,” she whispered, her voice a low, sexy pitch, lips tipped in a seductive curve.
    “I thought I was being very good. Bad would have been if I’d lifted your dress and fucked you.” He leaned in for a quick, delicious kiss. “Which I wanted to do, by the way.”
    She slapped his arm lightly. “This was better. It was all