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them,
greedy for more. I was always greedy for more of him. The more of
him I had, the more he’d wash away the bitter and hollow taste my
so-called husband left behind. I needed Jami right now, needed him
like a drug that could take me away to somewhere new, to somewhere
else other than here with a man who repulsed me, in a life I
hated.
    Jami’s mouth moved from my lips, traveling
down my chin and neck, pushing my thin cotton blouse to one side
and exposing more of my flesh to his voracious kisses. His hot
breath danced across my skin, lighting my nerves to his every
touch. My hands dragged through his hair, my leg wrapping around
one of his, pulling him closer. He groaned deep in the back of his
throat while his hands palmed my breasts in hunger. It was a sound
that I loved to hear. A sound that ignited a fire in me, driving me
onward to hear it again. Lowering his mouth to my chest, he pulled
free my breast, sucking and biting on the hard nub of my nipple. I
groaned again, wriggling beneath his weight, feeling as if I
couldn’t take another second of his teasing.
    “ Jami…” I said his name, loving the rough
sound that followed from him, a satisfied rumble from deep inside
his chest.
    “Again,” he murmured, his mouth resistant to
leaving my nipple.
    “Jami,” I repeated breathlessly. He didn’t
need to ask, I would have said it anyway, would have screamed it
over and over again. His name was an aphrodisiac to me, the lone
word having so much incomprehensible power over me. It controlled
me, controlled my body, and I felt myself melting more, succumbing
entirely to his every touch, growing increasingly impatient for
more of him.
    Yet, even as hypnotized as I was by this man,
my thoughts still turned often to Mason, my husband. His touch was
still fresh on my body, his smell still potent in my nose. I could
almost feel his fat fingers still pressing against me, intruding
and eager, and it made my stomach heave. This was when I needed
Jami the most, to replace Mason’s taste and Mason’s touches with
his own.
    Whereas Mason wasn’t attractive, Jami was
sinfully so. Whereas Mason was a good ten years older than me, Jami
was thirty-three, only two years older than I was. No bath had ever
done the trick quite like Jami’s rough and zealous hands and his
amazing mouth, always eager to please.
    “Eve.”
    My eyes opened slowly and I found Jami
watching me with hooded eyes, a grin dimpling his face. Reaching
for me, he rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling my mouth
open for him.
    “Where’d you go?” he asked.
    Calmer now, I smiled at him. “Nowhere. I’m
right here.”
    His grin grew, and then he claimed my mouth
once more, his hands deftly moving toward the hem of my skirt,
pulling it up and dragging my panties down in a move both
proficient and explicit. My own hands moved to his belt buckle,
unfastening it quickly. With practiced fingers I undid his button,
excited to free him from his clothing. Excited to feel him pressed
up against me, pressing up inside of me.
    My breath shuddered free from my lungs. I
wanted him. God, I wanted him, needed him…
    And then he was there, hard and ready for me.
I whimpered as he gripped my thigh, lifted my leg, and eagerly
pressed himself inside me. I sighed, my head lolling to one side,
granting him access to the tender skin on my throat. He whispered
sweet nothings into my ear as he moved inside me, his hips finding
a perfect rhythm against mine.
    Biting down on my lower lip, stifling my cry
of pleasure, I allowed Jami to override Mason’s touch, the ugly
memories floating away with each pounding thrust that Jami gave me.
He breathed heavily, a rumble stirring low in his chest, almost
sending me over the edge.
    “Eve!”
    I opened my eyes, my body freezing in the
midst of my breathless panting. Jami leaned in to kiss me again,
but I shook my head and silently mouthed, Wait . Several moments ticked by.
    “Eve!”
    This time my name resonated through