“Are you married?” I ask the blonde sitting next to me at the bar and feel my lips twitch when she squirms in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with lying.
“No,” she says and smiles up at me.
My God, every time she smiles at me like that, I fall in love with her just a bit more. I’m so fucking whipped.
And I don’t care.
“No, sir,” she says and swivels in her chair, so she’s facing me. She runs the tip of her finger down my arm, sending electricity straight to my cock. “I don’t usually come on to strangers like this, but you’re sexy as fuck.”
I cock a brow. “Is that right?”
“That’s right.” She leans in so she can whisper in my ear. “We should get out of here.”
“I’m a stranger,” I remind her, enjoying the hell out of her. “And you want to leave with me?”
“I can handle myself, Tom,” she replies, addressing me as the fake name she gave me earlier this evening. “I’m a strong woman. But if you don’t think you can handle me, then just move along and stop wasting my time.”
I blink at her, completely shocked. She just threw down the motherfucking gauntlet. My sweet, unassuming wife has become Bianca, a fiery vixen, and I’m intrigued.
“Should we get to know each other better?”
“What would you like to know?” She takes a sip of wine, and winks at me over the rim.
“Are you from Portland?”
“Oh, we’re going to do the small talk thing,” she says with a nod. “Okay. I’m from Minnesota. It’s too fucking cold there, so I moved to Portland. I’m a real estate agent, and I’ve been married twice. No kids. Butter pecan is my favorite ice cream, and I prefer action movies to romcoms. What else would you like to know?”
She’s fucking good at this. None of that is true, by the way. She made it up on the fly. I don’t know if I should be proud, or concerned that she’s such an excellent liar.
Rather than reply, I simply take her hand in mine and lead her out of the bar and to my car. But before letting her inside, I pin her against the car and kiss the fuck out of her, leaving her gasping for breath and staring at me with glazed, lust-filled eyes.
“You’re a good kisser, Tom,” she says.
“You’ve got sexy lips, Bianca.” I guide her into my car, and drive us the short distance to our house not far away.
I knew when we started this game that I didn’t want to go far. I’d need to get us home quickly so I could get her naked and have my way with her.
“Nice house,” she says when I pull into the driveway. She’s still playing the part. I’m hard as fuck. She’s playing this part almost too well. Part of me wonders if I should feel guilty for being so damn turned on by this alter ego of hers.
“It’s a bachelor pad,” I inform her as I unlock the door and lead her inside. “I’ll give you the tour later.”
And with that, she launches herself into my arms, wraps those sexy legs around my hips and holds on tight as we dive into another hot kiss, our hands and lips roaming as if we don’t know each other at all.
I make my way up to our bedroom, but don’t stop at the bed. Once inside our bathroom, I start the water in the tub and then pin Bianca on the vanity, watching in the mirror as she proceeds to unfasten my clothes and strip them off of me like she’s on a mission from God himself.
She licks over my nipple, and the breath hisses through my teeth.
Jesus, I’m going to come before we really get started.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl. “Lift your hips so I can get this dress off of you.”
She complies, and I’m surprised to see her with no underwear.
No even a bra.
“Easier access,” she says and reaches for me. “Need you in me, Tom.”
If that isn’t like a bucket of ice water hitting my face, I don’t know what is.
I pull back and frame her face in my hands. “Look at me. Bianca and Tom are downstairs. This is you and me, Cami. You’re my wife, and when I’m inside you, I’m your husband. The game is over, do you understand me?”
Her lips twitch. “You do realize that you’re jealous of yourself, right?”
“Say my name.”
She reaches down and cups my balls in her hand, rubbing gently, making my eyes cross.
“I’d like you inside me now, Landon.”
“Fucking right,” I growl and push inside her. We both gasp, our eyes locked on each other, and I can’t hold myself back. I fuck her fast, leaning on the mirror behind her. She’s holding onto my neck with one hand, and then slips the other down to rub her own clit. “Jesus, Cami, you do that and—”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” she growls, and her pussy begins to pulse around me, milking me as she spasms, riding out her own orgasm.
I can’t help it, I follow her over as I push in to the root of my cock and rock there, convulsing in absolute euphoria as I lean my forehead on hers.
I slip out of her, and lead us both into the bath.
“This is a fun weekly date,” Cami says with a happy sigh as she leans against me in the tub.
“I had no idea you were so into role playing,” I murmur against her ear. I kiss her shoulder.
“The bath part,” she says with a laugh. “It’s relaxing. But the role play is fun too. Do you not like it?”
“I feel like I’m cheating on my wife,” I grumble.
“You are. With your wife.” She turns to smile up at me. “But it’s sweet that you feel that way. We don’t have to do it anymore. Would it help if we didn’t change our names? Like, I can still be Cami, but I change my story every time.”
“That might work,” I reply. “But Bianca was hot.”
“She’s still here,” she replies, rubbing her fingers up and down my arm.
“I prefer Cami.”
“Good.” She smiles up at me again, and I catch her lips with mine, gently kissing her. “Because she’s definitely not going anywhere.”