I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward me. Her eyes widened in stunned shock when I pushed the flat of her hand over the length of my bulging erection. “This is what happens when you challenge me. This is the problem.”
She gasped, but she didn’t pull her hand away. And I nearly went down on my knees when she curled her fingers around the length of me and slid her hand up and down. In response I pressed her hand harder against me and winced as her grip tightened through my pants.
She fought to hold on to my cock while I fought to pull her hand away.
“This can never happen,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
“You started it,” she shot back, once I’d successfully removed her hand.
That little moment of weakness had backfired completely. I realized, in that moment, that I needed to put even more distance and time between me and my wife.
“This can never happen again.”
She swallowed hard and then turned and stalked out of the office.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MILA
This can never happen again.Axel’s voice rang in my head as I flew to my bedroom. I locked the door and stood with my back against it.
What just happened? Had my normally composed husband actually grabbed my hand and held it to his hard cock? With my heart racing, I paced across my bedroom, feeling both giddy and nervous.
I remembered the feel of it through his pants, hard and jutting, pushing against my hand. The intensity of the expression in his eyes. The barely restrained energy.
I covered my mouth with both hands as the thrill of the whole situation pounded through my body.
Did this mean my husband wanted to sleep with me? We had agreed that we’d never consummate this relationship, and up until now Axel had been protective, indifferent and extremely hands off. Tonight, out of nowhere, he’d shown his body’s reaction to me and then reinforced the rule.
This can never happen again.
Again? I was shocked it happened the first time. He had never given any indication that he felt anything toward me.
I paced some more. I couldn’t even claim innocence or shock or indifference, because I hadn’t backed away. I had tried to keep it going.
I paused.
Does that mean I want this to happen? What did that mean?
I tried to imagine what consummating our marriage would look like, but I got stuck every time I thought of anything more than kissing.
I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
I liked the way he’d pressed my hand against it, and the way he had held eye contact, wincing slightly when I squeezed.
I had power in that moment.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to consummate anything, but I was definitely open to feeling that powerful again.
I wrapped my arms around a pillow and hugged it.
He said it could never happen again, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it. And if I was honest with myself, I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea either.
I rolled over on my stomach. A sense of feminine power lingered in my body, soft and hot all at once. I didn’t know what I wanted from Axel, but I wanted to feel that again in my body.
The next morning,after a sleepless night of tossing and turning, it was a real struggle to get out of bed when my alarm woke me up.
It was a cool fall day that promised to grow hot in the afternoon. I spent too much time on my fashion choices beforerealizing I was running late. I probably wouldn’t have time to eat anything.
