And we haven’t even properly shagged yet.
Still, it was everything. To feel her on my fingers, to see her totally at my mercy, to hear the noises and…I adjust in my seat and clear the mental images, lest I start to make my pants, Aiden and myself all very uncomfortable.
That’s why I had to flee. She made it clear she didn’t want…more. More is all I can think about. Tasting her again. Finally sliding into her tight heat. Bending her over, holding her up, in my bed. Against the window. In my shower.
Ugh.
I made the right call, leaving. After I’d returned to the city on Monday, I was about to drive home after a late meeting. What’s an hour and a half between me and that mouth? Those tits? Those legs. Even if she wouldn’t let me touch her. I’d still get to pester her, make her smile. I could feed her decent food, ask herquestions, make an idiot of myself and watch those storm cloud eyes roll to hide a million feelings.
An hour and a half drive?
Nothing. I would drive it every damn night. Which is a real problem.
Aiden clears his throat, probably unused to me like this. All pensive and worried. Hell, I’m not used to me like this.
“We don’t see each other most weekdays. I work in the city or abroad and then go home to Juniper Falls on weekends.”
“And?”
“And it wasn’t a fight. We just…disagree.”
He drains his drink. “Again, have youseenyour wife?”
“Watch it.”
He laughs, “Shit, you really do love her. In all our years, I’ve never seen you possessive, not once.” I chuckle too but it feels tight. He goes on, “I’m just saying. Who cares if you disagree? Or even if she’s actually wrong and you’re right? Just say you’re sorry so you can kiss and make up.”
“Hm,” I make a point of pulling out my phone and he drops the conversation, thankfully. Hard to explain the disagreement is that I want to have my filthy way with my contractual wife and she is content to wait until she’s “desperate.” What does that even mean?
Actually.
Wait.
That’s a good idea.
I open our thread.
Ben: Wifey, I have a proposition
Wifey: I’m going to go with “No.”
Ben: I’m going to ignore that because you will like this idea.
Wifey: ?
Ben: Don’t you think we should have some clear parameters around our…desperation?
Wifey: Yes, actually. I was just thinking about that.
Ben: Oh really. Was I shirtless in your thoughts?
Wifey: [eye roll emoji]
Ben: Even that emoji turns me on now.
Wifey: [vomiting emoji]
Ben: That one less so.
