How good?
Erika:
Very. You gave me the best orgasms I have ever had. *explosion emoji*
Me:
Really?
Erika:
You’re the only man who has ever been able to make me come.
Me:
Jesus Christ, Erika. I’m already hard just thinking about you and your legs.
Erika:
You like my legs?
Me:
I love your legs. Well, what little I saw of them when you came out of the shower the other day, and I walked into your bedroom.
Erika’s decision to sleep separately didn’t bother me until three days ago. The more time I spend in her orbit, the more I find myself wanting tobe with her.
It doesn’t matter that she climbs into bed with me sometimes, where we chat until the early hours; it’s not enough. I want more. I want all of her.
Erika:
Are you flirting with me, Mr. Hill?
Me:
Yes. Shamelessly.
Erika:
I like it. Do more.
Me:
Your wish is my command.
Erika:
See you later. x
Eager to see her, I head out without a second thought, calling my chauffeur to drive me to the hospital.
Then we’re speeding along the freeway toward my girl.
My wife.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Erika
