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Azure Boone
             
             
Meet Me
             
             
             
             
             
             
             

 

Dedication

I dedicate
this story
to my husband and family. I’d like to also dedicate
it
to
my faithful Admins in the Azurite Angel Street
Team.

Glorai
Esau

Loius
Merill

and

Sheri
Louther

It was fun!

 

 

Acknowledgments

I’d like to acknowledge the entire Azurite Street Team. Thank you so much for all t
hat you do. Every bit of your help is appreciated.

Chapter One

 

I glanced over at my sleeping husband, frustrated.
As usual.
I turned my attention back to my Kindle.

Jed thumbed
Miranda’s
nipple until her moans reached the perfect pitch.
He gently parted
her
wet folds and stroked the hot silk, paying careful attention to the swollen bud
beneath the pad of his middle finger
. He couldn’t help but groan when she opened her milky legs wider,
pushed her breasts
into his teasing fingers. Holding her cradled in his arms that way and watching her, pleasuring her…
definitely
a dream come true. She was just as beautiful as he’d fantasized she’d be.

“Jed, Jed,” she moaned.

His cock strained to plunge deep inside her.
N
ot
this time.
At least n
ot
until she begged for it.
No
more
regrets.
Ever.

Her eyes
,
slits of liquid sapphire
,
begged for more. Jed matched his strokes over her clit and nipple, watching
passion’s fire
build
in her
. Watched her lips part more, her moans become
desperate and
strained.

“Fuck me Jed, please.”

Jed
lowered his head
and began to feast on her full parted lips with careful measure
, his tongue teasing hers with delicate flicks.


Please, please.” She gasped her
beg right in his mouth. He rewarded her
a little, t
hrusting his middle finger deep inside her. Her mouth flew open and he let his own desire loose a little more, deepening his kiss
while
flicking the core of that volcano deep inside her
with his finger
.
She bucked against his hand and raked her nails on
the back of
his neck.

“Touch your clit Miranda.”

I
slid
my
free hand under the covers
and inside
my
pajama pants, stealing a
nother quick glance left.
God
I
wanted to wake
the bastard
.
Use him.
Like he used
me
.

Jed broke the kiss, wanting to watch her.
Damn. H
ow long had he fantasized of this
—to s
ee
her do that again?
Like she’d done when
he’d spied on her in the shower.
Jed’s cock strained harder when she used her other hand to hold her leg back wide. He began slowly
moving
his finger in and out of her,
gradually building speed
.

I
bit
my
lower lip, dipping
my
finger in
my
own dripping heat and wetting
my
throbbing clit with slow circles.

He’d bring her to the very edge.
Jed listened to t
he sound of his
finger moving
greedily
in and out of her dripping core
. He let out a
lo
w
growl. It would be his cock next. He’d take her
on her back, so he could watch it. Watch himself plunge in and out, his cock glistening with her nectar. Fuck, he wanted to taste first.

My legs
strained wider
, keeping
my
pleasure to silenced gasps as
I
picked up speed on
my
clit, wishing
I
had a third hand.

Jed couldn’t stand it. “Get on the bed.
On your back.
Open wide for me.”

Miranda whimpered and scrambled to do as he demanded.

I
dipped
my
finger deep into
my
pussy, jabbing in and out a few times before tending the heat in
my
clit again.

Jed shed his clothes and knelt on the bed, staring down at the
vision. Legs bent, knees back and oh so wide, and her middle and ring finger moving in slow circles over her clit, keeping it nice and hot. Jed’s eyes slid slowly up, stopping at her perky tits, locking on the one nipple Miranda rolled between her fingers. Jed
leaned until his body h
overed
over hers
. He lowered his
gaze to her breast
that
heav
ed
with the growing pleasure. He
moved
his attention
to the speeding pulse at her neck.

“Jed.”

He looked at her, wanting to see her face when she said his name that way.
Like she’d die without him.
Like she’d finally found everything she ever wanted. God she was so beautiful in passion.

Jed reached and
slid
his cock over her slick heat, keeping his gaze on her face. She reached up and stroked his lower lip. Jed gasped at feeling it was wet with her. The scent reached his nos
trils
and his tongue snaked out to devour it, taking her finger into his mouth and sucking it all off.

The taste drove him over the edge and he entered her in one thrust.
Miranda’s pleasured scream nearly brought
him
to orgasm. Combined with the perfect feel of her heat wrapping his cock, it was like holding up a mountain to not pound into her furiously
.
Not yet.
Oh but he would. And she’d scream his name over and over, that much he knew.

God!
My
fingers swirled rapidly over
my
clit
. L
ov
ed
how dominant
Jed
was.
Pound into
me
furiously…till
I
screamed his name…over and over…mmm, yes, yes, yes.
My
orgasm surged.
I
opened
my
legs as wide as
I
could and arched
my
back with the wonderful release, imagining
a man who adored
me
,
ramming into
me
while holding
my
legs back. Yes, yes.
I
shuddered through the avalanche of sweet pleasure
for five whole seconds before t
he familiar ache that always came with masturbating to a fantasy
I
could never have,
ebbed i
n.
Not wanting to totally ruin the moment,
I
put
my
Kindle on the bedside table and turned on
my
side, taking deep breaths.

Flashes of
my
husband’s
sweaty bod
y on another woman’s
obliterated the joy and rapture
my
little
in your pathetic sad dreams
fantasy had given.
I
b
rought
my
knees up to stave the pain
that now clenched the air right out of
my
chest
.
I
strained under the pressure of it, wondering if
I
w
ould ever
not
fantasize about that
nightmare?
Might as well be a
fucking
fantasy the way it plagued
me
.
Fucking bastard.
How could he do that to
me
? Why did
I
stay? What was the point?

The kids.

My
eyes ached with the gather of tears. It wasn’t the kid’s fault
I had
an unfaithful husband.
I
had grounds for divorce, but did
I
have grounds to make them suffer for
my
lousy choices?
Not only that, where would
I
go? What would
I
do?
With
eight kids?
No man would want
me
now.
Well, six kids still at home. That was a lot to most.
I
was forty-two and used up.
I
didn’t
just have
baggage,
I
had an
effin
circus
with
baggage.

If only he was half the husband he was a father.
Bastard.
Or if only he’d beat
me
, then
I’d
have
to leave.
But no.
He just treated
me
like…like nobody special, not somebody he desired or needed, or even
wanted.
I
was the mother to his children, the housekeeper, the bookkeeper, the peacekeeper
, the shit eating saint
.

I
burrowed down into
my
pillow.
My
children were worth it. Hell yes they were. Plus this was the right thing to do. There was always that comfort.
I’d
pretend for them. Pretend
we
were in love.
John
was good at pretending that around them. After all, he knew that was important for the kids to see. After all, he was a preacher, a godly man.

Snake.

Lord, help me not hate that man
.
You know I can’t do this hating him. And help me not kill him. Help me last till the kids are grown, then we’ll just happen to buy a camp and he’ll just happen to live there most of the time while I stay at home.
And he wonders why I’m on the
computer all the time. How dare he wonder
..
.
h
ow dare he?
If it weren’t for my online friends, where in the world would I be? In jail for murder, that’s where.

I
thought about
Steve
, the new guy in their
Facebook
group.
W
hat a flatterer.
You have the face of an angel.
I
opened
my
eyes for the mere sake of rolling them.
Like
I’d
be
stupid enough to just believe the dude actually meant a single word he said. He was probably
inboxing
every other woman in the group in every group on
F
acebook. What
I
wouldn’t give to just
know
that. Bust him.

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