He gave me a hall-pass fuck card.
Yeah, but there were a couple of caveats attached to that. Like giving him a heads-upbeforeI cashed it in.
Except cashing it in will out Ward’s identity to Daniel. I cannot risk the intersection of my hubby’s kinky side and his protective side, because I have no clue which side is stronger. Ordering him not to do anything might backfire on me, because he could simply say okay and still do it anyway.
Until I can guarantee our safety, I can’t move forward.
After stumbling my way through the day, I make my way to the hideaway. I’ve almost got myself convinced Ward’s going to ghost on me again when I hear a light knock on the door at 8:29.
I let Ward in, locking the door behind him.
Even though I swore to myself that tonight will be about talking,notabout fucking, at 8:32 I’m balls-deep inside Ward’s ass, with him on his back on my small sofa and bent like a goddamned pretzel as I pound away at him like we’re nineteen again and college freshmen.
Without having said a single word to each other.
When I wrap my fingers around his cock he explodes almost immediately, but stays hard. Somehow, I manage not to come from the achingly good feel of his ass squeezing my cock. I continue jerking him, feeling more than a little triumphant when I quickly build him up to a second one and get him off before finally unloading inside him.
I use wipes to clean us up and then we snuggle as best we can on the sofa, him wrapped into a tight ball in my lap and his arms around me.
“I won’t divorce my husband,” I finally say.
“I know. I don’t expect you to, Master.” He sadly sighs. “Does he take good care of you?”
Nuzzling his head feels so…right. “Yeah. He does.”
“He doesn’t know about me.” It’s not a question.
“Not your name, no. He knows the basics.” I think about how to phrase this next part. “I never broke my promise to you to not out you to anyone. So until I tell you it’s safe, don’t say anything to him about our past relationship.”
Another sigh and he shudders in my arms.
Instinctively, I hold him tighter.
The way I did countless times in the past. A past that now feels achingly close and recent, not like I’ve almost lived an entire lifetime without him at my side.
The quiet descends and, for the first time in twenty years, I feel…truly peaceful.
“You let your father force you to run for the US Senate,” I eventually note. “How’sthatwork?”
“I consoled myself with the fact that I’d be seeing you.”
Shit.
What do you say tothat?
“What about divorcing your wife?”
“I want to. I think I’ll have to wait until near the end of my term. Then I’ll tell her I’m not running again, and it should piss her off enough that she’ll divorce me. Besides, both our families are demanding grandbabies. Especially my father, since I’m the only child.”
“He doesn’t know that’s not going to happen?”
“No. But that’s okay, because she didn’t want kids, either. She came from a full-quiver family and was homeschooled before she went to college. She was the only one of the six daughters who earned a college degree. Although the three sons, their educations were completely paid for by their parents.”
“Oh, God. One ofthosefamilies.”
“Yeah. Exactly. And she never told her family she had no intentions of having kids. They just think we haven’t ‘been blessed’ yet.” He nuzzles my shoulder. “How do we keep this from your husband? Or, do we?”
“I don’t know. For now, we have to. Until I can figure out how to talk to him about this.”
