Free Control by Kayla Perrin

of my troubled upbringing with my husband, as well as the fact that I’d experienced bouts of depression at times in the past. But when I made the decision to go to Texas anyway, and had booked my ticket, Robert “surprised” me with a trip to Paris. It was one of my favorite cities on the planet, and I’d been looking forward to the day when we could go back and explore it as a couple, rather than me shopping alone while my husband did business. Robert had conveniently forgotten to tell me that he’d booked the trip for us.
    It had been a surprise, he’d reasoned.
    But I couldn’t help wondering if the trip had been a surefire way to make certain I didn’t visit my dad. Robert didn’t like him—and he especially despised my mother—and felt any contact with my parents would negate all the progress I’d made in moving to an emotionally better place in my life.
    So I’d gone to Paris, where Robert had wined and dined me and treated me like a princess—and reminded me of the time when my father, after two years of not hearing from him, called to ask me for a loan. Roberthad me doubting my father’s motives. I’d returned from Paris and hadn’t gotten back in touch with my dad, convinced that my husband, who loved me and wanted the absolute best for me, was right.
    My father died of liver disease three weeks later. I hadn’t known he was ill. He’d wanted to tell me in person, but never got the chance.

8
    My legs were spread wide over the arms of a love seat, my lover’s face buried in my pussy.
    He was looking up at me from his position on the floor, his eyes locked with mine as his tongue ran circles over my clitoris. He had three fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand to heighten my pleasure. He plunged his fingers in, withdrew them and greedily lapped at my essence, then thrust his fingers deep inside my pussy again.
    I watched as his teeth grazed my clit, knowing I was on the verge of a wicked orgasm. And when my clitoris disappeared into his wet, hot mouth, the erotic charge was so electric that I came violently, shuddering hard.
    There was a hand on my breast. But whose? Something wasn’t right.
    My eyes popped open. I saw not my hazel-eyed lover,but Robert beside me, his hand stroking my nipple through my nightshirt. I was momentarily stunned.
    “Looks like someone was having a very interesting dream,” he said.
    My face flushed. “I…I was?”
    “No need to be embarrassed.” Robert slipped his hands beneath the fabric and placed his warm skin on mine. “It turned me on.”
    “Turned you on?” I repeated.
    “I know it’s been a while, but I want to make love, sweetheart.”
    “But…but your heart.”
    “It wasn’t my heart, remember?”
    I came fully awake. My husband wanted to make love. I pushed the image of my fantasy lover from my mind and concentrated wholly on Robert. I was already wet—ready to take advantage of this rare sexual advance.
    “I haven’t taken my pill, but I think I’ll be okay,” he said, and kissed my lips.
    I eased my body upward, leaning into his kiss. He moved his hand slowly over my breast, gently. I moaned and pressed into his palm, trying to encourage him with my response to be less gentle. I wanted excitement and passion and I-need-you-now kind of sex.
    I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss while I placed one leg over his. “Yes, Robert. Touch me harder. Suck my breast, please.”
    He lowered his head and began to lick my nipple. I gripped his head and held him to me, wanting him to take me completely in his mouth. But he continued to flick his tongue over my breast in steady thrusts.Teasing me, but not quite exciting me the way I wanted him to.
    I reached for Robert’s penis as he continued to lick my nipple. I wrapped my hand around him and pumped his erect cock, hoping to make it harder before I spread my legs for him.
    And then he was groaning and gripping my arms. I felt his cock pulse beneath my hand. He buried his face in my