“I am so sorry. She’s been insufferable and obnoxious like that since that phone call I made.” He grabbed my hand and spun me around so we could talk with some other people from one of the other departments he worked closely with. I knew the call he meant, but he still hadn’t mentioned texting her. I locked my smile in place as we engaged in conversations with others, being as polite and put-together as I could be under the circumstances. Cocktail hour was almost over and we were being asked to find our seats soon so dinner could commence.
Caleb went to the bar to get us new drinks before they closed for dinner. I sat through two speeches before I realized he wasn’t back yet. As I was turning to search the bar area from my seat, ready to go find him if needed, he came out of nowhere. He sat down next to me with a smile and a kiss on my cheek. He set my drink in front of me, loosely draping his arm on the back of my chair.
“Sorry, honey,” he said, his cheeks had a red tint to them, his hair slightly messy. I looked at the drink in front of me, then back at my husband. He took a long pull from his whiskey glass, focused on the speaker.
This will be my first and last drink for the night.
My intuition and gut werescreamingat me that something was going on. Whatever it was, I needed to be sober for it. Especially if I needed whatever was going to happen to beable to hold up in court. I sipped my cocktail, trying not to make it too obvious that I was on high alert and suspicious of Caleb.
Something was different.
Chapter Five:
Caleb’s POV
Knowing that my wife caught me, caught Becky hanging off of me, had me frazzled from the very beginning of the evening. I was trying to shake that woman off of me. I got her off of me once already, but right as I heaved another sigh of frustration, Becky was there, hanging all over me again. I removed her hands one more from my arm she was clinging to like a life raft in a storm and stepped away from her, again. When I looked around, still searching for my wife’s beautiful eyes, I saw her. Her stare was calculating, observing every detail, just waiting for me to notice her.
Fuck.
I was shitting my fucking pants now. I didnotwant to be in any trouble because this fucking woman! I had been trying my hardest to put distance between her and myself. She had been all over for the last ten minutes since I’d shown up to wait for my wife to arrive. She followed me from the entrance of the venue all the way up to the second floor. I waited here because there were other people. People that could witness this harrassment! I tried walking away. I tried getting into conversations with other people, but she was always there, popping out of nowhere. Every time I turned around.
And she looked at me like I hung the fucking moon while I just wanted to try to fix shit with Devin. I had no idea what Becky’s deal was. I even had to take her hands off of me myself at one point and told her to leave me alone. Sternly. There was no mistaking my tone of voice.
“I just want to talk to you. Just a few minutes alone,” Becky dropped her voice, whispering so only I could hear her, and wrapped her arms around herself, tucked just under her breasts, making them spill even further out of her dress. I caught myself staring and quickly averted my eyes. I loved Devin and I would not let this woman mess my second chance up for me.
I love my wife. I love Devin, my wife.
I didn’t know how many other ways there were to tell her to get the fuck off, while still being professional. While this was after working hours, this was still a work function and we were co-workers, though not on the same team anymore. Thankfully.
Still.
I wasn’t trying to cause a scenehere. Especially not when the freaking CEO of the whole damn company was here. Not when he liked my wife, and felt at ease when they talked. Everyone in the company knew who she was after last year’s party. It was the most relaxed atmosphere as Devin got the man to crack a smile. I tucked Devin’s arm in mine and walked us away from Becky. It was like there was a fire lit under my ass as soon as her arm was in mine. I knew Becky was likely to be charging after us any moment. When we got to another group, I looked over my shoulder, surprised to see that she seemed to have backed off.
I felt my shoulders ease, seeing that she finally got the hint to leave us alone. After talking with a few others, I couldn’t help but look at my wife as we made our way to find our table. My god, did she look fucking delicious enough to eat right here.
I was more ready to have her for dinner, instead of whatever we were about to be served. Smiling at my wife, I tried to focus on the night, beating back the dirty thoughts playingin my mind about what I wanted to do to her tonight. Like as soon as we left the building. I knew she usually paired her fancy outfits with matching fancy lingerie underneath. I could only imagine what she was wearing because the dress hugged her perfectly, I knew she couldn’t be wearing much. She was a woman who liked to match. And I was a man who knew how to just appreciate the view when she was splayed before me, naked, panting, and wanton.
I hoped, prayed was more like it, that tonight we could fool around for the first time in four, almost five, fucking weeks. Maybe.Fuck I wanted it!I knew I fucked up, but I’d been good, and god! A little past kissing was all we had done. I was using my hand every day, dying to be with her, inside of her warm, wet slick. I missed that closeness, that connection we used to share. And my hand could only do so much.
Could have been inside see, before, you dumb fuck!My subconscious reminded me.
As they called us to begin to find our seats so dinner could begin, I let Devin know I was running to the bar to grab us drinks, adjusting myself discreetly as I went. My cock was painfully hard at how badly I wanted a release, wantedDevinto give me a release. I was going to be in trouble if I couldn’t get this under control. I stood in line, next to a swinging door, waiting for the bartender to get to me. He was swamped with people like me, wanting drinks last minute before they closed for dinner service. I gave the guy props though as I looked over the shoulders of the people in front of me. He was moving with ease, filling each person's order.
I should have anticipated this. It happened every year, every corporate event if I was honest with myself. They made ‘last call’ for dinner and there was a rush of people who wantedone with dinner. Rolling my neck side to side, I scolded myself. I shifted on my feet, and bumped into the door, then I felt as if the door gave way. On purpose. I stumbled backward into a wall of toilet paper. The door stopped moving back and forth way too quickly for a normal swinging door. As I tried to take a step forward to get back in line, a voice and a hand on my chest stopped me.
“I know you’ve missed me. And I also know for a fact thatshe’sprobably not giving youanytype of love since you admitted to everything that had been happening between us, Caleb.” Her voice purred, husky in the darkness. I could feel her chest as she pressed into me and the way her fingernails ran up and down my chest. It made me feel dizzy as I still hadn’t gotten rid of my excitement from the impure thoughts I’d had about Devin only minutes ago!
I knew it was wrong.
“Becky,” I tried to sound firm, authoritative, “Let me out of here.”
My heart beat wildly as I heard her scoff. The amusement in that single sound was unnerving, the alarm bells in my head ringing that I needed to get out of this situation.Now!I could feel her pressing harder against me. Rubbing her body up and down mine, brushing against my already straining cock. I was so hot and bothered from checking out my wife, and right now I couldn’t think of many things that would make it go away now.
I hated to admit this, but her rubbing me, my trouser snake, it felt fucking good. It had been weeks of just using my hand, no one else’s touch, and I tried hard to think of my grandmother or oozing sores. That wasn’t working too well though!
And I had beendyingfor something more for weeks! Fuck, I wanted to fuckmy wifetonight. My…wife!
“I-I mean it. Let me out of here. Now.” I tried to add more bass to my voice, making my demands more harsh. Trying to let her know I was serious, that I needed to get back to my wife. I tried to hide the way my breaths were coming out ragged.
