Free Outlaw Love (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Furious Sons MC Book 1) by Sadie Grey Page A

along with my panties. My hand slid down my body until it nestled between my legs.
     
    I ran my finger along my aching slit, parting my lips ever so slightly to slick my finger with moisture. I stroked myself with my fingertips, shivering at the sensation. A soft moan escaped my lips.
     
    I worried that Terry might hear me, but ultimately, I didn’t care. Maybe if he saw me, he’d remember that I was a woman with needs and a sex drive. Maybe he’d forget about his fucking secretary.
     
    I leaned back into the chair and pushed my middle finger inside myself. My pussy was burning hot with need. I stroked my insides with a steady, pleasing rhythm.
     
    I slicked my thumb and toyed with my clit while my finger pumped inside me. It was a poor substitute for a big throbbing cock, but at that moment, it was hitting the spot. Literally.
     
    With my free hand, I massaged my breast through my thin t-shirt. I grasped my hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. I gritted my teeth to hold back a moan, but it did little to stifle the sound. The sounds of my pleasure cut through the silence of the house.
     
    My eyes were closed and I found myself imagining my husband with his secretary. It was simultaneously infuriating and arousing. I had never felt a more conflicting mixture of emotions. Still, it was an intoxicating cocktail that drove my arousal to insane heights.
     
    My pussy was so drenched that my finger made slick wet noises as it worked inside me. My skin was flushed and sweaty and a steady breathless moan sounded from my throat.
     
    I heard a quiet rustling behind me, barely audible over my moans of pleasure. I spun around in the office chair, and there, standing at the door to the study was my husband, Terry.
     
    His dark eyes glimmered in the darkness. They danced from my bare pussy to the hand on my breast. It seemed like he was breathing heavily.
     
    Was he actually turned on? Was this what it took to get him to pay attention to me instead of his goddamn secretary?
     
    I locked my eyes with his and increased the intensity of my fingering. I wanted it to be his hands that were touching me. I wanted his mouth on mine. I wanted him to lift me from the chair, slam me against the wall, and fuck me into oblivion.
     
    Sure, I was pissed at him for being unfaithful, but I still loved him and I still wanted him. I knew we could make this marriage work if we could just rekindle that spark of passion between us.
     
    My eyes silently beckoned him to join me. My moaning was an invitation. My fingers were a giant sign pointing the way to my horny pussy.
     
    He blinked and looked down, away from the sexy show I was putting on for him. Then he turned and walked away.
     
    My heart froze in my chest. Then I felt it break into a million little pieces. My arousal was gone. All I had left was my anger.
     
    Tears stung my eyes, and indecision gripped me.
     
    Should I go after him and make him touch me? I thought about it but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He had made his choice, and it wasn’t me.
     
    Then maybe, I thought, I should go confront him. Maybe it was time to fight it out. I decided against that, too. The thought of fighting with him just made me feel tired. I had no interest in that. Not anymore.
     
    There was nothing left to salvage.
     
    I just needed to get out. To get away from him and our cold bed and all these traitorous emails. I stormed into the bedroom where Terry lay in bed, pretending not to see me.
     
    I ignored him too and went into the walk-in closet, shutting its door behind me. The best thing I could do was go out and get a drink. I grabbed a pair of jeans that lay crumpled on the floor.
     
    Then a sliver of glimmering fabric caught my eye. I dropped the homely jeans and pulled aside a swath of hanging clothes to reveal the shiny dress.
     
    It was a crimson knee length dress. I hadn’t worn it in years, but it had been one of my favorite going out dresses. It was