“Need any help?” she asked, going to the fridge.
“Sure, please. Jude should be down soon,” I told her while we started getting supper ready. It had been the same routine that we had done ever since she moved in but tonight, it almost seemed different somehow.
Her breath caught. “Okay.”
When we were finished getting dinner ready, I was setting the table as my husband finally decided to join us. His hair was wet, and he was dressed in ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt. My body heated, imagining the drops of water running down his hard torso.
He caught my gaze, a slow smirk spreading on his face. “Miss me?” he asked, coming up to me and placing a hard peck on my mouth. The kiss quickly turned indecent as he slipped his tongue between my lips and pulled a moan from the very center of my soul.
“Jude.” I gently pushed him away, my cheeks heating.
Tiffany was watching the exchange, her cheeks pink and her eyes dark with a yearning I felt down to the tip of my toes.
Jude chuckled, giving my ass a light swat before sitting at the table.
I shook myself. “Forgive him, apparently he hasn’t gotten laid in a while,” I told Tiffany.
Her eyes widened a bit.
Jude’s laugh deepened.
I winked.
Tiffany chewed her bottom lip.
Looking back at Jude, I blew him a kiss before going up to his stepsister. I didn’t want to scare her with these feelings rushing through me, but I wanted something. Just a taste. A tease. Something to hold me over. Knowing my husband was okay with it gave me all the courage I needed to take our relationship one step further.
Even if it was a one time thing between us, I had to know.
I had to know if she felt the same. If we weren’t crazy and imagining things. I also needed to know what it would be like to watch my husband become unhinged over watching his wife and stepsister fuck. I needed it all.
But first, I needed to touch her before I lost my damn mind, skipped foreplay and went straight to sex. As much as I wanted that to happen, I didn’t think Tiffany would appreciate it if I moved that quickly.