© Copyright DIANA HUNTER
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Affecting an air of nonchalance, Jack sauntered out into the living room where his wife was busy tidying up. Saturdays were housework days, and she had changed her weekday suit for jeans and a simple oxford shirt. All business, Jessica's hair was pulled back, the red scrunchie a mismatch for her maroon button-down shirt rescued from the back of Jack's closet. The oversized shirt gaped when she leaned over the low coffee table and Jack grinned when he caught an innocent glimpse of her white breasts hanging free from any confining bra. It was a sight he could look at all day.
Jess recognized that look in his eye right away. Putting her hands low on her hips, she swayed them seductively. "Hey there, big boy-wanna have some fun?"
Jack's delighted laugh pealed through the room. How could he ever think such a little minx might give into the same dark fantasies that fueled his own soul?
His grab for her was rougher than he intended. With a small cry, she fell against him and in one of those split second decisions, he decided he would not apologize. Instead, he seized the moment, pressing his lips against her in a hard, passionate, possessive kiss.
Jessica's head reeled. Jack had never been this forceful before. While her first instinct was to recoil, her second was to yield before the onslaught of his tongue. Confused, for a moment she hung suspended, off balance, attacked. When his hand grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt, she whimpered and her mouth surrendered without her consent. Through her parted lips, his tongue stabbed in to twine around hers, as if her mouth were something he owned.