Never Have Sex With Your Ex (Regular Sex #2) Read Free Page A

him
lose it a little when I start to kiss him back. I can’t stop myself. I feel as
if I’ve somehow sleep walked through the last few years and he's just woken me
up. I am Sleeping Beauty in his arms, except I’m pretty sure that Prince
Charming’s cock wasn’t erect and pressing hot and heavy between Beauty’s legs.
    Reuben’s fingers
tangle with mine on the pillows, and his other hand is pressed between our
bodies.
    He’s stroking my
nipple through the slip.
    I can’t cope.
His tongue slides into my mouth and his body is a pleasurable weight over mine,
and we’re not acting any more.
    This scene,
however inappropriate, is our reunion.
    ‘I’ve missed you
so much,’ he whispers, for my ears only as he mouths my neck, licking me,
biting me, his stubble a sensual graze on my face.
    ‘I can’t do
this,’ I say, but my body tells him the exact opposite. It welcomes him home,
strokes him, wraps itself around him like ivy around a tree trunk.
    ‘Yes, you can.
You have to. It’s in the script.' His voice is soft as he slides his fingers underneath
the silk edged slip and plays with my nipple. His touch, secret and intimate, is
like an exquisite electric shock, so intensely pleasurable that I bite the
inside of my lip to keep my gasp in.
    ‘Stanley never
did that,’ I strangle-breathe.
    ‘Stanley was a
fucking fool then,’ Reuben whispers. ‘No one can see what we're doing. Pretend
it’s just us, Lizzie, the way it used to be.’
    He says all of
this while rolling the stiff nub of my nipple between his thumb and finger, and
all I can think is how much I want his mouth on me there too. I stroke my hands
over his hair as he kisses me again, uninhibited, his tongue deep in my mouth
until I groan and rock my hips up into him.
    I know that the
crew can’t see through the sheet, and I pray to god that they all think he’s
wearing jockey shorts because we aren’t acting anymore.
    He’s kissing me
like a man just released from death row, hungry and gasping, and then he opens
my legs with his knee and reaches a hand down beneath the sheet.
    I should call a
halt to this. Surely it has to be plain as day to everyone what’s going on
here? I’ve rehearsed this scene with Stanley in front of the crew dozens of
times, and once or twice maybe I’ve even gotten into it a bit too much, but
never like this. But then this isn’t acting. I’m having sex with my ex-husband,
and sheet or no sheet, he’s just rucked my slip up to my waist and right this
second he’s hooking his fingers underneath my thong and pulling it aside.
    ‘Does Stanley do
this to you?’ He licks into my mouth, hot and sexy, and then his fingers move in
between my legs, opening my lips to slide into the slick heat there.
    ‘No one does
this to me like you,’ I say, and he strokes my clitoris as a reward.
    ‘Good. It kills
me to think of you with anyone else.'
    I can’t look
away from his eyes, from the study of concentration there as he watches my
face.
    He knows just
how to touch me, and I want him to rip the silk slip from my body so I can feel
the heat of his skin on mine. He’s fingering me, playing leisurely with my clit
as if we are alone on a lazy Sunday morning, slipping his fingers inside me to
press against my g-spot.
    ‘You’re either
enjoying this or you’re a damn fine actress,’ he grinds out against my hair,
and then he moves to lie heavy on top of me and his cock is hard and pulsating between
my legs.
    I hold him, my beautiful
Reuben, and he brackets my face in his hands and kisses me.
    ’Tell me to fuck
you, Lizzie,’ he whispers.
    ‘Tender, like
the script,’ I say, because somewhere in my head, I think that the crew haven’t
noticed they’re being treated to a live sex show rather than a mundane
rehearsal.
    ‘I can be
tender,’ he says, his voice thick with emotion, and then he sinks his hips and
pushes the length of his cock all the way inside me until we are locked
together, hip bone to hip bone.
    ‘I’ve