“It’s more fun too,” he said as he put his mouth guard back in. “And less dangerous.”
I was working long hours at my job, exercising to the point of exhaustion, and then topping it off with a couple drinks at the end of the day, all to prevent me from finding my release in the softness and fuckability of my wife’s sweet, perfect body. “You need the exercise.”
“I’m good, and I actually like my teeth and my nose the way they are.”
And I liked my obsession under control. I couldn’t risk crossing any more lines with Mila.
“Come on. Let’s go another round. I can still feel my arms.”
After my workout,I headed home to shower and change before dinner. Part of me regretted inviting Mila because I wasn’t sure how much more temptation I could take, but part of me was genuinely looking forward to spending time with her. Everyone else, from our chef to her dog, had taken their fill of her.
It’s my turn.
As I was coming up the stairs, I could hear Mila’s soft voice calling me from her bedroom. “Axel, come here. Come see this cute thing Bandit is doing!”
I stopped in the doorway of her soft pink room and nearly fell to my knees. Mila was sitting on her vanity stool, wearing nothing but lingerie. A string of pearls hung between her perfectbreasts. Her long hair was curled and hanging down her back, and her makeup was artful with a dark, smoky eye.
Her legs were demurely crossed, but the delicate lace of her bodice left little to the imagination.
“Look at Bandit curled up with his stuffie. Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
She leaned forward to point at Bandit, and her movement alone was nearly my undoing. I’d never been so captivated in my life. My dick was hard, fighting to escape the constraints of my pants.
I didn’t even have anything smart to say in response.
I backed out of her room before I blacked out.
Her soft giggle followed my retreat.
As I stood under my cold shower, I realized that I was in the danger zone when it came to my young wife. My need for her felt like a chokehold.
Unless I was working or sleeping, I was thinking of her. Constantly. Relentlessly. No matter how hard I tried to stop.
And lately, since she had started her little stunts with the short skirts and the ice cream, my thoughts had turned almost exclusively to how much I wanted to sleep with her.
The desire was becoming more feral every day. Something wild and dark was fighting to come out, a hunger I was barely holding at bay. Like my soul was so parched that, if I didn’t take a sip, I might combust. If I crossed the line, it wouldn’t be pretty. Unleashed, I wasn’t sure I could control myself until I had completely imprinted her as my own.
Only the knowledge that, when she learned of my true identity, I would cause irreparable damage to her innocence kept my insatiable desire at bay.
When she walkeddown the stairs toward me, I knew I was in trouble. Mila wore a long-sleeved black dress with a square collar. In the shadows the fabric looked opaque, but in the right light it became practically transparent, showcasing a bra, high-waisted briefs and every delicious curve of her body.
Without speaking, she turned at the bottom of the steps, letting me shrug her into a black, ankle-length evening coat that covered her from head to toe.
Bandit waited sadly next to the steps. She crouched down and gave him hot kisses all over his face. “I’ll be home soon.”
Lately, I was even jealous of the dog.
As Anton droveus to the dinner, I looked over at her in the dim glow of the streetlights. She looked stunningly beautiful.
“Giselle will be at dinner tonight.”
“You mentioned that,” she responded.
I leaned over, catching a whiff of her sweet scent so I could growl lightly in her ear. “This is an important dinner, so you need to keep your hands to yourself.”
She shrugged. “I understand.”
I sat back and looked out the window. The way she’d so readily agreed not to touch me only made me crazier. And why the hell had I even told her not to?
