lez.
“I wanted you when you paid me no attention, way before you met Nessa. And now that you are a married man, you are off limits to me and any other woman. You make sure you remember and understand those rules the next time you plan on taking up post outside my door and listening to my pleasure moans.”
“Oh, now you want to consider yourself off limits,” Dillon said, but I ignored him, just like I should have after he’d vowed to my sister.
Vanessa’s kitchen was massive─too much kitchen for two people, if you asked me. Designed from her imagination, the cream-colored cabinetry, glass, and impeccable use of light fixtures brighten this space even on the cloudiest days. It was clean enough to e at dinner from the floors or wall. I’m not sure how she did it, but she paid equal attention to her career, her husband, and her house, and if they had children, they, too, would not be neglected; at least that’s how it’s seemed since I got here. Who knows what happened before? Sometime she did bring her work home with her, but any human would.
Dillon stood leaning against the black granite on the far side of the center island. His bald head glistened under the light just above him. I stood in front of the thirty cubic foot, stainless steel, French door refrigerator─again, too much refrigerator for two people─removed the decanter of orange juice, and rested it on the counter space next to the refrigerator.
“Damn, Taylor. You’re still playing hard to ge t.”
“As far as you are concerned, Dillon, this is no play.”
“Why haven’t you told Vanessa about us?” Dillon asked.
I looked at him with a seriousness I’m sure he had never seen before.
“Dillon, there is no us to tell.”
“Taylor, seriously?”
“We shouldn’t have started, and after you chose my sister, we shouldn’t have continued.”
“But we have,” he hurriedly corrected.
“And now we have a constant reminder of our betrayal,” I paused, “of your infidelities. We had one too many nights, and we both know you meant more to me than I ever meant to you. I’m the one who wanted more. Now, you want to talk about a minor technicality, that’s what I’d call what we had.”
“And what about Shelby? Why have you kept that bit of information to yourself?”
Why was he bringing up Shelby’s name now? I thought. I turned around to face him briefly.
“As happy as my sister was about marrying you, I knew what that would’ve done to her. Even if she knew, she probably would have married you anyway. Plus, you screwing my sister’s maid of honor wasn’t my news to break, Dillon.”
I turned back towards the refrigerator, my back towards him, reaching for a glass in the cabinet above the sink. With one arm stretched to open the door, and the other to remove the glass, I realized Dillon was no longer leaning over the kitchen island. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and his large arms reaching around my waist. I was startled and defenseless. His lips were soft and wet against my neck and then my cheek. I turned to face him. I wan ted to push him away from me, but my eyes caught his eyes─those big, beautiful browns─and my lips caught his, and I was once again kissing the face of the man I did want ten years ago, the man that was now my sister’s husband. His kisses were just as I rem embered them. The long ones were breathtakingly passionate. The short ones were soft and stimulating and still sent chills up and down my spine. When I finally came to my senses, and from under his spell, I pushed him away from me, though not as aggressively as I should, since I allowed him to hold my bottom lip between his teeth.
“This is wrong,” I whispered, but he didn’t need me to tell him that. “We have to stop,” I pleaded faintly.
Despite my plea, he pulled me in closer to him. He was staring right into me, and I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the pleasure I was getting from this intimate
“I wanted you when you paid me no attention, way before you met Nessa. And now that you are a married man, you are off limits to me and any other woman. You make sure you remember and understand those rules the next time you plan on taking up post outside my door and listening to my pleasure moans.”
“Oh, now you want to consider yourself off limits,” Dillon said, but I ignored him, just like I should have after he’d vowed to my sister.
Vanessa’s kitchen was massive─too much kitchen for two people, if you asked me. Designed from her imagination, the cream-colored cabinetry, glass, and impeccable use of light fixtures brighten this space even on the cloudiest days. It was clean enough to e at dinner from the floors or wall. I’m not sure how she did it, but she paid equal attention to her career, her husband, and her house, and if they had children, they, too, would not be neglected; at least that’s how it’s seemed since I got here. Who knows what happened before? Sometime she did bring her work home with her, but any human would.
Dillon stood leaning against the black granite on the far side of the center island. His bald head glistened under the light just above him. I stood in front of the thirty cubic foot, stainless steel, French door refrigerator─again, too much refrigerator for two people─removed the decanter of orange juice, and rested it on the counter space next to the refrigerator.
“Damn, Taylor. You’re still playing hard to ge t.”
“As far as you are concerned, Dillon, this is no play.”
“Why haven’t you told Vanessa about us?” Dillon asked.
I looked at him with a seriousness I’m sure he had never seen before.
“Dillon, there is no us to tell.”
“Taylor, seriously?”
“We shouldn’t have started, and after you chose my sister, we shouldn’t have continued.”
“But we have,” he hurriedly corrected.
“And now we have a constant reminder of our betrayal,” I paused, “of your infidelities. We had one too many nights, and we both know you meant more to me than I ever meant to you. I’m the one who wanted more. Now, you want to talk about a minor technicality, that’s what I’d call what we had.”
“And what about Shelby? Why have you kept that bit of information to yourself?”
Why was he bringing up Shelby’s name now? I thought. I turned around to face him briefly.
“As happy as my sister was about marrying you, I knew what that would’ve done to her. Even if she knew, she probably would have married you anyway. Plus, you screwing my sister’s maid of honor wasn’t my news to break, Dillon.”
I turned back towards the refrigerator, my back towards him, reaching for a glass in the cabinet above the sink. With one arm stretched to open the door, and the other to remove the glass, I realized Dillon was no longer leaning over the kitchen island. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and his large arms reaching around my waist. I was startled and defenseless. His lips were soft and wet against my neck and then my cheek. I turned to face him. I wan ted to push him away from me, but my eyes caught his eyes─those big, beautiful browns─and my lips caught his, and I was once again kissing the face of the man I did want ten years ago, the man that was now my sister’s husband. His kisses were just as I rem embered them. The long ones were breathtakingly passionate. The short ones were soft and stimulating and still sent chills up and down my spine. When I finally came to my senses, and from under his spell, I pushed him away from me, though not as aggressively as I should, since I allowed him to hold my bottom lip between his teeth.
“This is wrong,” I whispered, but he didn’t need me to tell him that. “We have to stop,” I pleaded faintly.
Despite my plea, he pulled me in closer to him. He was staring right into me, and I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the pleasure I was getting from this intimate
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