“We’ve already settled that,” she said firmly. “I don’t want anyone else. Maybe a threesome if the opportunity arises with you, but I have no intention of sharing you.”
I let out a soft laugh, leaning down to seal our lips in a lingering kiss. “I can’t even imagine sharing you, beautiful,” I whispered.
I lay back down beside her, twirling a stray strand of red hair between my fingers before kissing the corner of her mouth. “Now, we’re going to shower, have a real breakfast, and spend the rest of the day exactly like this, watching whatever you want until we fall asleep again.”
“I’m going to get very spoiled, aren't I?” she murmured as I pulled her close, our noses brushing in the quiet intimacy of the bed.
“That,” I whispered against her skin, “is my ultimate goal.”
#44
"O seu corpo é um caminho sem saída, então só entro. Você tem cara de quem vai foder minha vida" Baco Exu do Blues
Thanks solely and exclusively to Peter, our Caribbean getaway had to be postponed. Instead of white sands, we were bound for a Civil War-era mansion—a setting Kelsey had meticulously organized under the guise of a campaign donation convention.
Throughout the month, our connection lived through phone calls and video chats. She’d assigned me a daily ritual she swore was essential for "conditioning": wearing a small plug during my morning shower. She claimed it was to get my body used to the muscle contractions, but in reality, it was a constant test of my self-control.
On the morning of the event, a private jet sat waiting in the hangar. As I approached, the cabin door swung open, and to my surprise, Kelsey appeared, looking radiant as she smiled downat me. The moment I stepped into the cabin, she was there, her arms wrapping around me as she pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of my neck.
“I thought I’d have to wait until dinner to see you,” I whispered, leaning into her. She gripped my waist, pulling me flush against her.
“I thought so too. But I realized I wanted a lot more than just watching you with Donald hanging off your neck all night,” she replied.
I couldn't help but laugh at the possessive edge in her voice. “For someone who claims not to be jealous...”
“It’s not jealousy,” she countered, her eyes darkening. “I just want you close. I want to feel your body, to kiss you without an audience.”
I caught her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her into a deep kiss before finally heading toward my seat.
“Meet me in the bathroom once the event starts,” I murmured, my voice dropping. “Give me a signal—a look, a wave—and I’ll understand. I’ll slip away and find you.”
“So obedient... and such a bitch,” she teased, her smile widening.
She crouched beside my seat as I buckled my belt, stealing one last kiss. I reached out, anchoring my hand on her shoulder to pull her closer, but we were interrupted by the pilot announcing the cabin doors were closing. Kelsey broke the kiss with a lingering smile, acknowledging the command.
“I learned from the best,” I replied, watching her move away.
“I want you without panties today,” she began, her voice dropping to a low hum. “But you won’t leave the house without them. You’ll wear them to the event, go to the bathroom, take them off, and hand them to me.”
I agreed with a sharp, silent gesture. She caught my chin for a brief second before settling into the seat directly across from me, her CEO persona sliding back into place.
“So, what are the plans?” I asked, refocusing.
“Vanessa is going to meet your ex. She’ll offer him support in exchange for his silence and an end to the blackmail. We’ll frame it as you working with me, professionally. I’m staying out of the initial conversation,” Kelsey explained.
“I can support his candidacy,” I added, thinking ahead. “As long as it stays strictly professional.”
“I’ll add that as your suggestion. In the meantime, we’ll let everyone assume it’s you and Don. That way, Peter stops referring to you as his wife.” She checked her phone and offered me a wicked smile. “Vanessa wants to take Sarki and Elisa today. Thoughts?”
She held up the screen, and I couldn't help but grin. “I think that’s the throuple of a lifetime, and it proves my best friend has far more issues to resolve than she’s willing to admit,” I noted.
“Of course it’s the throuple of a lifetime. You’ve slept with all three of them!” Kelsey burst out laughing. I gave her a playful shove with the tip of my shoe, joining in.
"I just hope this works. I gave up being naked on a boat in the Cozumel to be dressed to the chin and face my ex-husband," I said, rolling my eyes.
Kelsey’s laughter subsided, her hand coming to rest on her chin as she stared at me with an intensity that forced me to calm my breathing.
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