If I hadn’t moved on so fast, blocked her number back after she’d blocked mine. . . what would have happened?
Would we still be together today?
“So what do we do now?” Christabelle asked in a small voice, her full lips twisting downward and tears dripping down hercheeks. “I can’t just bury these feelings for you and forget they exist!”
“Maybe it’s best if you leave town,” I said.
“No! It seems so cruel when we’ve just found each other again. We spent ten years apart and I don’t want to do it again. I still—still love you, Frankie.”
I closed my eyes, a throb of regret aching across my forehead.
“I will not cheat on Jillian,” I gritted out. “I made a vow to her.”
“Could we try to be friends?”
“Friends?”
Bleak despair settled on my limbs.
“Kind of hard to remain friends when I want to do things to you that are entirely inappropriate for a married man.”
She stepped closer, her body only a few inches from mine.
“Well, I want to do things to you, too.”
“It’s not possible, though,” I reminded her. “We can’t do anything. It would be wrong.”
“I know it would. But I want to be wrong with you.”
My cock twitched at her words, and I swallowed my desire down into my gut.
“It’s not possible. Maybe if we had found each other at a different time. . .”
I put my hands behind my back so I wouldn’t reach out for the delectable body that was inching even closer to mine.
“What if we just didn’t touch each other?” she panted.
Her breasts were straining at her tight top, with one deep breath those big pink rosy nipples I remembered so well would pop right out. . .
“What?” I asked stupidly.
“I’m consumed with desire for you, Frankie. I need you so badly. All day long. It’s like torture being near you and unable to touch you. Do you feel the same way?”
I shouldn’t say one damn word, I should close my mouth, I should walk out of here right now. . .
“Yes,” I choked out. “I do. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to cheat on my wife. She’s so good to me. So full of love for me. She doesn’t deserve this.”
Christabelle bit her lip, running both hands up and down her hips, over her luscious and tempting curves.
“We don’t have to touch each other. . . it wouldn’t really be cheating then. . .”
My eyes bugged out as she rolled her skirt down, began to slip her fingers past the tight band.
Oh god
My cock was leaking, precum dripping from the tip as she wriggled her hips and her lacy little thong began to slip down her thighs.
“Oh Frankie, you don’t know how many times I’m touched myself and thought of you.”
