Jordan’s POV
“Agh, mmm,” Jane moaned as I slipped my fingers deeper into her damp p***y. “Jane,” I called out,, “you’re so wet for someone who has barely been touched this morning. I think just the mare sight of me makes you happy.” I smirked as my eyes landed on her almost exposed cleavage. “And I think you’re beginning to do this on purpose, sweetheart.”
Work swamped me the next morning when I arrived at the office after a heated argument with Fiona the previous night about her uncalled for behavior. But then I felt a pang of guilt. I couldn’t expect her to keep her body for me when my d**k couldn’t stay still in my pants after discovering the sweetness of Jane’s body. I had almost agreed to an open marriage, but then I held myself back from making that mistake. Fiona was still my wi
