Her whiskey-colored curls bounced with each thrust as I buried my cock deep inside her. We’d barely made it out of the car and into my house before she’d unsheathed it from my pants and stroked it to the proud tool I couldn’t wait to use on her.

Not that she was special, no. Any willing, discreet woman would do, but she had made a habit of pursuing me and for the moment I was too interested in a release to tell her to fuck off.

Sylvie turned her head and looked up from the couch where I’d bent her over and hiked up her tight skirt. “Don’t you want me your bedroom, tonight?”

I slowed my pace and furrowed my brow. She’d been eager each time to make it to my bedroom like it was property she needed in Monopoly. Too bad for her, I roll the dice and I had no interest in taking that ride on her train. “No, but I have plenty of guest beds if you’re interested.”

She giggled and clenched her tight walls around my throbbing erection. “You can have me wherever you want.”

I glared down my nose at her and smiled. “Then I’ll try and be creative.”

Even if I considered myself a sex addict, and recognized my problem, I still had standards for myself and respect for my late wife. I’d never taken any of the women I used to get my fix to our mated bed. Not that I still felt married, no. In fact it truly was till death do us part. I’d see her again someday, and I’d always love her, but none of these women were worthy of their backs touching the same cloth she died on.

Maybe it was morbid of me to keep the same bed. Most people would have gotten another and being that I’m a billionaire and money’s no object, I could certainly afford it. But we’d spent the last days of her life hunkered down in that foxhole together waiting for the last leg of the battle to end us both. And it did. When her lovely soul departed to the great beyond, it took part of me with her, leaving nothing but a great big black hole that I’d chosen to fill with sex.

I cleared my mind of the memories and focused on the back of Sylvie’s head. Those bouncy curls had stilled and so had I, but I wasn’t finished. Not even the memory of all that pain could kill my hard on. It was as if the last year of my forties was out to prove that age really was a number and Grant Roberts was as virile as ever.

I slowly slid out of her and she turned around to wrap herself closer. Her long nimble fingers working the buttons of my shirt until she swept it back off my shoulders. I stepped away from her long enough to drop my pants to the floor. She lost her threads too and then rubbed herself eagerly against my cock as I led her to the veranda and lay her back across my breakfast table.

Dipping down between her legs I stroked and lapped at her soft velvet folds, my tongue slipping in between them flicking at her clit and then I nibbled there with the soft brush of my teeth. Her body reacted beneath me, and she giggled as her fingers twined in my hair. I did some finger play of my own and rubbed her tight star. She stopped her silly giggling and a moan many octaves lower escaped her. I’d found a sweet spot and not for the first time.

I stood over her and lowered myself to her mouth, still pressing on the spot she loved best. “Is it ready for me?”

“I’m not sure.” She ducked her chin away from me.

“That’d be a no, then.” We’d had this conversation the last time. She’d all but begged me to take her ass, but I wasn’t about hurting anyone and she wasn’t ready for it. I’d found that out last time and I wasn’t the type that got off on fucking someone to tears, especially when I knew they were tears of pain.

Her gaze slid up my body as I pulled back and she pouted her lips. “I want it.”

I searched her eyes. “If that were true, you’d have trained it.”

She frowned and tugged at my shoulders. “Please. You know I like to be fucked hard. I want it rough.”

A growl of frustration escaped from my throat and I turned her around and held both of her slender wrists and put her face-down on the table. She panted and whispered, “Please.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of fantasy she was living, but I knew better than to do anything that would hurt her, but if she wanted rough, I’d give her rough. In one hard thrust I was back inside of her soaking wet channel and as I hit home a scream erupted from her throat followed by another giggle when she realized I’d tricked her. She should have known better.

I didn’t stop pounding and she didn’t complain. She fell limp against the table as I worked her steady, my pelvis thrusting so hard against her it clapped. I snaked my other arm down around her flat tummy and raised her up, shifting us in another direction as I considered taking her to the railing.

It was then that something caught my eye. The neighbor’s upstairs light was on and in the window stood a shadowed figure. I hadn’t been aware we had an audience and my cock responded with a twitch of pride. I gazed up struggling to see, but the backlit shadow made it impossible. The person must have realized I saw them because they quickly stepped away and the light went out a moment later.

I’d made my fortune on real estate and had even known that house had been on the market, but my daughter, whose responsibility it was to inform me of a buyer, had failed to mention my new neighbor would be moving in so soon. All I’d been told was that the place had sold to a single woman. My only hope now was they liked a good show too.

Maybe I should feel embarrassed or ashamed but that wasn’t in my chemistry. I couldn’t care less and to prove it I thrusted even harder into Sylvie until her walls constricted to milk me. Moments later my own release poured.

I pulled out and slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and then turned to wrap her arms around me. “Next time I’ll be ready.”

I smiled knowing there probably wouldn’t be a next time. She was getting too close to me. That wasn’t the nature of things in our club. We were supposed to switch it up so no one formed attachments and she knew it better than anyone. She’d almost been asked to leave the group already. I slid the condom off and threw it in the closest bin. Then I turned to meet her eyes. “You know this is the third time in a row.”

Her back stiffened and she turned her gaze away from me. “If we both like it, what does it matter? We could keep it away from the group, go our own way and do our own thing?”

“We’ve done that by coming to my house twice now after hours. I don’t make the rules and we all agreed to them.” Our game was tricky business, especially for someone like me. We were part of a private circle where loyalty and discretion was everything and her behavior was toxic.

“Fine, just don’t stop seeing me, okay?”

The tone of desperation didn’t go unnoticed and it was such a shame. She knew I had no choice but to cool her down. “After some time has passed, we’ll be together again.”

“Is there someone else you’re interested in?” Her tone was sharp and her eyes had gone wild and feral.

“We’re all tools for the other, no one better—

“I know, I know the stupid rules, but they were made to be broken, Grant. I can feel the passion between us, can’t you? There’s emotion there. It’s more than a release. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

“It’s sex and nothing more than it is with anyone else, Sylvie. I’m sorry you’re confused and I don’t want to hurt you. You know that about me.”

“I know which is what makes you special above the others. You’re not dead like them. You’re warm and passionate and—

“It’s time you go. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

She lowered her chin and sniffled as she wrapped her arms around herself and we stepped inside to fetch her clothes from the floor.

I dressed enough to walk her to the door minutes later when my driver pulled the car around. She didn’t have anything more to say and she knew that I’d have no choice to turn her in. Emotions like hers couldn’t compromise our group and this wasn’t the first time she’d shown an attachment to me or others. I should have seen the signs months ago, but figured she could handle herself. Everyone knew she’d fallen for Charles, but since he’d left the group after a moving away, no one had thought she’d make the same mistake twice. Besides, most liked that she had no limits. She was a fuck machine, bendable and pliable enough to bruise but not break.

Turns out I was a big softy and a pushover to boot. “I’ll consider a reprieve, but I’ll make no promises.”

She lifted her chin and then gave me a curt nod and then I watched her being driven away.

I hated that a part of me felt responsible even though she knew what she was signing up for. I returned to the house and showered before climbing into my bed for the night.