If she got the gig with Quinley, she’d be in LA for at least three months, and it was up in the air whether he and the girls would come along or if she’d go alone. He’d told Eden he washappy to stay home while she did her thing, and he’d meant it. But now he was wondering if their relationship could take that hit.
She wasn’t getting what she needed from him. Had no promise of getting it when she came back. What if she met some ket-sniffing musician who promised to call her names while he pounded her? What if this was the beginning of the end?
I won’t let it happen, Willow vowed.I’ll hire a team of acting coaches first.
Checking his phone, he saw it was half-two. His beer was almost finished, so he stood, a little drunker than he thought. As he headed for the bar, a sexy brunette caught his eye. She smiled in that way that said she had no problem with gingers, and Willow dropped his gaze. Not a chance. Not unless he could transfer his totally uninvested feelings from her to his wife and then?—
“Holy fucking…”
The idea was so simple he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before. He returned to his deck chair to process. And hide his cock which was already straining uncomfortably inside his shorts. It was as though his kinks had been fighting as hard to get back to him as he’d been pushing them away. One loophole and they were back, his head teeming with ideas.
The first time he and Eden had fucked, they’d done roleplay. A Victorian doctor thing that had driven them both nuts and cemented his certainty that he was going to marry her. But he’d used his real name. Called himself Doctor Williams. He always used his own name. Sometimes Eden called herself something different when they fucked around—a camgirl called Jenna, Alicia the horny nurse—but he was always him. So, if he wasn’t him…?
He imagined his wife on a reclining chair, her hands between her legs, moaning as she made herself come on his orders.The thought of calling her ‘Miss Cartwright’ as he used to wouldn’t work, but Eden didn’t have to be Eden. She could be…. Jade, who’d never had any issues with motor vehicles that barely existed in Victorian times. Virginal, confused Jade, who’d wandered into his practise in desperate need of a dick between her legs. He could fuck Jade rough. He could do anything he liked to her…
Fumbling for his phone, he texted Eden, too horny and excited to wait.
Baby, when you get home, if you want, we can go hard. But you’re gonna call me Doctor McKinley. I’m not your husband. Not even in the roleplay. I’m not me. I’m James McKinley and I like fucking my patients. Especially the blondes. You’re not you, either. You’re Jade and you’re having some trouble with your pretty little blonde pussy and came to me to make it better. Let me know if that’s okay. I hope your meeting went well. You’re fucking amazing. I love you.
He sent the message, shifting slightly to grab his towel and pull it around his waist. Just typing those words had gotten him to full mast.
A reply pinged his phone.
Talk about great minds…
His phone pinged again. It was a picture of Eden in a change room. She was wearing a sheer white dress thingy, her nipples clearly visible through the material.
“Christ,” Willow muttered. He didn’t know much about old timey clothes, but it looked like Eden was wearing a slutty version of period drama sleepwear.
A third text came.
I want all of it. Everything. I’m Jade. You’re Dr. McKinley. But can you give me time to get the room ready first? I have more surprises for you. I’ll text you when to come up.
Yes.Willow replied.Anything.Whatever you want.
Yesssssss! Also, here’s what I was going to send you before you read my mind:
“I’m sorry to bother you, Doctor, but my mother doesn’t think my undergarments are appropriate for our next appointment. Can you please tell her you bought them for me and gave me permission to wear them?”
“Fuck me.”
“Sorry?” It was the sexy brunette from before. She’d somehow gotten a seat beside his.
“My wife just sent me the sonogram of our baby,” Willow improvised. “It’s our first and I’m so excited I can’t even tell you.”
To her credit, the brunette barely offered a smile and a ‘congratulations’ before evaporating into the sauna. Grinning, Willow stood, wrapped his towel around his hips like a toga and went to the bar for a scotch.
Eden’s text came thirty minutes later. Long enough for more scotch and no small amount of stress that she’d changed her mind. But the message made it clear she was as eager as he was.
Sorry to bother you, Doctor McKinley. I know you must be running late, and I’ll start my exercises without you like a good girl, but I would really like your help. Please hurry—Jade
Willow paid his bar tab, his mind firmly in fantasyland. He liked the idea that Eden as Jade was his little girlfriend, a repeat customer he was pretending to treat because he couldn’t keep his cock out of her. He slid into the mindset of James McKinley, a grifting asshole who was out for everything he could get. Jade had been a virgin, and he shouldn’t have taken that from her, but he couldn’t help himself. The same way he couldn’t stop coming inside her sweet little pussy, even though he knew he had to be close to knocking her up. But that was her problem; he could always tell her father she had a secret boyfriend and get her thrown in a nunnery or?—
“Sir, are you okay?”
Willow stopped dead. He’d been power-walking through the lobby in full, rampaging sex mode. He almost adjusted his expression to something less tense but caught himself; McKinley wouldn’t do that. “I’m fine. Is there something you wanted?”
“Oh no, sir,” the concierge said, seeming chastised.
