GAMBLE TEASER

Transfixed, I watched as he kicked off his tennis shoes and his hands went to the waistband of his shorts. Not once had he looked up to see if anyone was watching. Probably because he was used to his privacy, and there I was sitting in his backyard being a peeping Tom. I wanted to see those shorts slip down his golden, muscular thighs, but turned my head at the last minute. 

Groaning, I flung myself back into the cushion and stared up at the cloudless sky. What I wanted to do was run inside and rub myself all over the wet, naked man like a cat in heat. If the throbbing between my legs was any indication of how I would spend the foreseeable future, it was going to be a long year.

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Jenner’s cheeks turned pink as he ushered me up the steps to his trailer and opened the door. He took long strides down the hall before he removed his robe and started to dress in the clothes he’d come in. The other clothes he’d tried on at wardrobe and brought back to his trailer were miraculously missing. Zipping up his jeans, he glanced over at me, where I was unabashedly ogling him.

“Two weeks after we started filming, Rick found out I’d slept with his daughter. The worst part was I didn’t even remember her, but she pointed me out when she visited the set, and he took her word over mine.”

God, my husband had been a manwhore. I hated hearing about or seeing the women he’d been with. Would there ever be a day when I wouldn’t be smacked in the face with someone he’d stuck his dick into?

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“I think you should call her and figure things out even though I’m sure she’s already on it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He got off the bed and came around to my side. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to my forehead. He left them there as he muttered, “I’m sorry I fucked up. Again. I’m going to go outside and give you some space. If you need me, I’ll have my phone.” 

He spun it in his hand as he walked out of the room. The swagger he usually held in his steps was gone.

Why did I feel like I’d broken him, broken us, when he’d been the one with the secret?