Damaged Souls (Broken Man) - By Christopher Scott Page 0,50

plenty of time, she reconsidered her choice to wear nothing but a simple white wrap with nothing underneath. No, this is good. He needs to take a hint.

I’m not taking no for an answer, Amanda finalized her plan to seduce him as she walked to the door. We both need this, Amanda reminded herself as she watched the door open and her husband walk through.

This might not be good, Amanda realized as she captured the intense look on his face and he said nothing as he caught her eye. What happened, she quickly understood this wasn’t the same man who had left the house two hours earlier and anticipated his ferocity. Get ready, she closed her eyes and prepared herself as he approached in slow motion.

Oh yes, his hands were immediately all over her as his tongue found hers and he rediscovered his passion. Oh my god, he practically ripped off her covering as she struggled with his tie. Screw that, Amanda decided as she skipped the tie and moved immediately to his belt as he lifted her onto the table.

Finally, she thought to herself as her hands exposed him and his mouth aroused her body. Yes now, she was more than ready as he entered her body with a powerful thrust and his tongue again found hers. Don’t you dare stop, she locked her legs around his waist as she looked into his eyes and knew he wasn’t about to.

Try not to scream, she reminded herself as her body rejected her thoughts and she felt that moment coming on. What are you doing, Amanda panicked as Jack stopped a second too soon and she lost her train of thought as he withdrew from her body. Yes, yes, yes, her body and her mind screamed the same words as he rolled her over onto her stomach and overwhelmed her once again.

It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t tender. It wasn’t loving, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t sensitive.

It was sex, pure and simple. And it was exactly what Amanda needed.

* * *

“Thanks, Jack,” Amanda whispered as she caught her breath.

“You are welcome,” he responded, not quite sure what to say about what just happened. “I’m glad the table didn’t break.”

“Me too,” she responded with a smile. “What brought that on.”

“I don’t know,” he replied as he kissed her. “Needed to release some stress, I guess.”

He looked at Amanda as she smiled and thankfully understood exactly what he was saying. “Well, feel free to release stress with me anytime,” she cooed and kissed him back.

“What time are the kids going to be home,” Jack worried they might surprise them.

“Don’t worry, we have time.”

“I don’t want to give them any more ideas,” he teased Amanda about her permissiveness. “You’ve already given them enough.”

“I don’t think they need any more ideas, I’m sure they have plenty,” she reminded him. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Logan is going to sleep over at Michael’s Friday night and I’ve made us overnight reservations down town.”

“On graduation night,” Jack looked at her like she was crazy.

“They need some time alone,” Amanda decided for both of them as she outlined her plan and rolled over on top of him. “We’ll drop off Logan before we head to Le Cirque for dinner and then to the hotel afterwards. We need some time alone as well,” she tried to convince him by rubbing up against him.

“Are you sure about this.”

“Jack, stop being so old fashioned,” she teased him. “They are going to do it whether we like it or not, and it might as well be special. I don’t want them running around trying not to get caught, “ Amanda reminded him of earlier in the afternoon.

“I guess you are right,” Jack begrudgingly gave in. “Have you told Delaney yet.”

“Not yet,” she replied as she sat up on top of him. “But I will. Jack, can you do me a favor.”

What now, he prepared for anything as he wondered what was next and admired her beautiful body. “Sure, what do you need.”

“This table is killing me, can we move to the couch,” Amanda surprised him with the simplicity of her request.

“No problem,” Jack replied as he prepared for the next round.

Chapter Eighteen

“It’s still a very flimsy case,” the District Attorney said the words Jack didn’t want to hear. “Even if it gets that far, any jury is going to know we strong armed the witness. You should know better, Mike.”

“Look, Rick, I know what you’re saying,” Mike took