A strange feeling rose in me as we climbed the stairs to my bedroom. It was familiar, but it had been a long time since I felt it. The last time I’d felt this way was with Shannon after I found out about his first affair. He’d been weepy and apologetic. I was sad and angry, more angry than I had ever been or had been since. I’d felt like I needed to reclaim him. To erase any invisible evidence that other woman had left on his body. He was willing to let me use him to take the edge of my anger. And at the time, it had a cleansing effect, and we were able to move on…for a little while.

I wasn’t angry tonight, though.

Tonight, I was spurred on by the uncommon lust inspired by the pretty young man climbing the stairs behind me. I wanted to leave bruises and bites on all the tender parts of him.

We climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway in silence. The moment the door was closed behind us, I came at him with my mouth. Took ownership of his lips and tongue in a way that I knew would leave them swollen and raw when I was done. He moaned into it, hands coming around my waist. I pushed those hands away and proceeded to separate him from his clothes.

His lovely tuxedo jacket hit the floor first. When I grabbed the hem of his shirt, he lifted his arms to ease its path over his shoulders because I was too eager to undo more than four buttons. My hands didn’t shake or fumble like I thought they would when I reached for his belt. I felt none of my earlier nervousness as I unzipped his fly. I pushed his slacks down around his ankles while feathering kisses over his lower belly. When I curled my fingers around the elastic waistband of his briefs and yanked them down, his cock leaped free, and I graced it with a tiny kiss. He smiled down at me, and oh, god, it sent a spike of arousal through me so strong that it made me dizzy. What the fuck was this feeling? It had to be the knowledge that, at this moment, he would let me do anything to him. Anything at all.

I stood slowly, ghosting my breath over his skin so that goosebumps rose.

“Darcy…” he breathed.

The sound of his voice when he said my name in that ragged, desperate way… I was definitely getting way too fond of that.