Free Descent From Grace: A Luxe Novella Book 1.5 by H.Q. Frost Page B

I’m going home to Karen.
    By one thirty my suit coat’s off, my tie is undone, my shirt is un-tucked, and I’m hammered. Caesar is helping me to my apartment and I think they’re staying the night. I manage to get my shoes and pants off, but don’t bother with anything else. I just want to close my eyes and dream about Lily.
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    Being woken up by the best feeling in the world, I reach my hand out trying to open my eyes, but I’m so tired and still drunk. Lily’s riding my cock though and I wouldn’t give a damn if my head was split in two, this is perfect. I touch her stomach and my fingers graze something hard, a belly button ring. My great wakeup call comes to a screeching halt in my head, almost splitting it in two. When my eyes pop open, I see it’s not Lily, it’s Karen and I grip her hips tightly, stilling her. Fuck, she didn’t put on a condom. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t want to fuck her without a condom after knowing she cheated. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t anymore because I don’t use condoms with Lily and knowing Karen was whoring around I don’t want to give Lily anything.
    She giggles and starts moving again. With a grunt I flip her to her back. We’ve already been going at this awhile because I was having an amazing dream that I was being fucked. I’m not happy, but I’m hard. I haven’t gotten off since Lily, Tuesday or Wednesday. Fuck, what day was that? I shouldn’t wonder how long it’s been since I fucked her. I need to be fucking her everyday.
    I’m rough with Karen, too rough, but I’m pissed she’s done this. Grunting with every thrust, my thighs are slapping against the back of hers, echoing through the room. I don’t even know what kind of noises she’s making because all I’m thinking about is getting off. Keeping my eyes closed tight, I try to think of Lily, or anyone other than Karen, but I can’t get off.
      “Come, babe,” she moans.
    I grab her ankles, drilling harder, closing my eyes tighter until I release partially inside, pulling out midway.
    I collapse to the bed next to her and scoot her away with a forceful push. I fucking told her I didn’t want to fuck her, then she does this without wearing a condom. I’m pissed. Springing from the bed, I pull on my shorts, then walk to the bathroom without looking at her once.
    The closed bathroom door opens and there’s a woman standing there. She’s a good-looking woman and she eyes me up then down; I do the same to her and we slip by each other, trading spots. I check her out once more before closing the door. Who the fuck is she?
     
    *LUXE*
    Ian showered, washing his body twice; he didn’t want a trace of Karen on him. From the bathroom, he decided to find out who the attractive woman was. With a towel around his waist, he walked into the living room. Ashley sat on the couch with the woman and Caesar was sleeping on the floor next to the coffee table with another unknown female.
    The bathroom woman’s eyes shot to his naked chest, then slowly down the V of his hips; she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
      “I can’t believe you still fuck her.” Disgust oozed from Ashley’s words and gaze.
  “Get out,” Ian muttered, and turned toward the hallway, no longer interested in who the woman was. Going into the bedroom, Karen was in bed crying. He rushed to her side. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He searched her body for any indication she was hurt.
  “You tried to kill me.” She sniffled.
      “I hurt you?” he said almost with a gasp. “Kare, I’m sorry.” He picked her up, sliding underneath her.
  “Why were you going so hard?” she whined through tears.
  “I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” He kissed her head. “Where’d I hurt you?”
    Sobbing into his chest, she didn’t answer.
    When she began to calm down, he finally was able to say, “We have to use a condom.”
The crying began again, with a squeal of, “Why?”
  “I want to use a condom from now