“Beautiful,” Billy murmurs, covering my neck in kisses. My body resists. “It’s okay, honey. Everything is just right.”
It isn’t right — he isn’t my husband. My traitor body doesn’t mind, and Billy works his way down.
My head falls back, trying to imagine Billy is Max.
There is Max. He has his cock out, the one I wish was in my hand and mouth right now.
“Fuck, Jeanne, you look so fucking good,” he murmurs. I’m doing this for him. I will do this for him. Spreading my legs wider, I roll to kiss Billy. Max groans behind us.
