“It’s okay to want this.”
My breath hitches. “I didn’t say I wanted this.”
His eyes drop to my mouth. “Yeah, you did.”
My pulse races. “This is not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because...” I drift off. Whyisn’tthis a good idea? Whycan’tI have sex with my husband? Greedy, hard, nice, hot sex with my hot husband?
His mouth drops to my neck, and he kisses it, slowly, sensually making his way down to my collarbone.
I shake my head, trying to think of a reason. “Cal.”
He looks up and kisses me, taking his time, holding me firmly, showing me what I could have if I knocked down these stupid walls that already feel like they’re crumbling around me.
I kiss him back before I can stop myself. I put my hands in his hair, pull him down to me, and moan into his mouth.
“I will make you feel so fucking good, Silvie,” he whispers into my mouth.
Holy shit. This is not a dream. This is happening.
His forehead rests against mine, his breath still uneven. “You want me?”
I nod, dazed. “Yeah.”
“Tell me right now if you don’t,” he demands.
“I do.”
He brushes his thumb along my jaw, gentler now.
“You always take care of me,” I moan. “You feed me, hold me... Why are you so good to me?”
“Baby.” He stops for a second, his eyes darkening. “If a mandoesn’t check to see if you’ve eaten or need to be eaten? He’s not taking care of you.”
And just like that, my panties are soaked. Holy shit. I am so fucked. Literally.Hopefully.
“You’re making this very hard.” I moan.
He huffs a laugh. “Trust me, you’re the one making this very hard.”
His phone starts going off and he reaches to silence it. When he sees the text messages, though, he pauses. “Shit. There’s a problem at the bar. I gotta go down there. I will be right back,” he promises.
I sigh, thinking of how close we just came to having sex. And that’s my luck. He quickly changes and grabs his keys. “Be right back,” he says as he kisses me softly, then pulls the door closed behind him.
I quickly shower and get ready, putting on a sundress and thinking about what I need to get done today. I’m sure Wilby will have a list for me.
And suddenly there’s a loud knock on the front door. A banging knock. Not like a friendly Wilby knock or a Birdie “yoo-hoo.”
I freeze and frown.
And then another knock, even louder this time. Geez.
I look out and holy shit. It’s my father.
Deep breath. This isn’t going to be pretty.
