Extract: Forbidden Fruit (Knee-tremblers series)

Tell me: am I a bitch? Am I a double-crossing slut?No. On second thoughts, don't tell me. I know the answer.I met Reuben for the first time at a dinner party at Heidi's apartment. Maybe a dozen of us were there, each with some or other connection to our host.Katie was there. She was new, had only been at the law firm for a couple of months. She was our records manager, so I came into contact with her on a regular basis and in that short time we'd moved from nods and smiles to coffees and lunches.I knew she was an espresso in the morning, skinny latte in the afternoon kind of a girl. I knew she liked riding, and had her own stable somewhere out of the city. I knew she'd joined the firm to try to kick-start a new beginning for her and her waste of space husband. I knew far too much about their marriage.But until that dinner party, I'd never met the man himself. Her husband. Reuben.I knew he liked Katie in expensive lingerie. I knew he liked risky sex – in a lift once, or outdoors, or at parties. I knew he loved Katie to go down on him, but she had never really liked it and only gave in because he got moody if she didn't.But she'd never told me he was so hot! In his Armani suit, his tie loosened, his jaw dark with the day's stubble, and those dark, brooding eyes, all it took was a look. She'd told me what it was like to be fucked by him, the intensity, the power of his body, the passion. And when his eyes met mine I realised I knew too much already.Was I a bitch already, just for looking? Just for imagining what it must be like?My first fantasy image, as I was introduced to him and felt the firm shake of his hand and met that melting look: rough, uncaring sex, me against a wall, my skirt drawn up, one leg curled around him as he positioned himself and I felt hardness pressing against me, parting my lips, entering. Pumping like a piston and I'm trying not to cry out and... That was what flashed through my head.He released my hand, said, "Hi," and smiled. "Katie's told me all about you."I smiled back and tried to calm my racing heart. "Oh," I said, "and she's told me all about you too."Does that make me a bitch? A slut? Just for thinking, for imagining?Or was it what we did later that evening that tipped the balance?
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