The answer was simple: It was Selene. She was my joy.
She was my moon, and my daughter was my brightest star, and there was no room for anyone else in my dark sky.
“I think I’m done.” Sharon got up from her chair huffily. Maybe she was annoyed at how little attention I’d paid her, but my family would always comefirst, and at that moment, my head was already back home. All I wanted to do was snuggle with Nicole, and then it would be her mother’s turn. I wanted to lay her down on our bed and spread her legs wide for me and just lose myself in her heat. Just the thought of it made my body tense up and my throat tighten. I undid a button at my collar in an effort to get some more air.
“Okay, go ahead,” I answered in a rasping voice. It was the same seductive tone I used when Selene and I were fucking, and that was not okay. Sharon’s breath hitched, and I watched her fall prey to my charms, just as I’d feared she might. I had to fix it. “See you on Monday,” I added, hasty and awkward, before looking meaningfully at the door. I didn’t stand up to show her out. I couldn’t.
She told me goodbye, and I watched her leave the office, obviously on edge, but I didn’t give a shit.
Once I was alone, I palmed the fly of my pants, trying to soothe my hard-on. I heaved a frustrated sigh before angrily snatching up my phone again.
Great. Now I can’t work because of you. Prepare yourself; I want you naked when I get home… And I’m not going easy on you.
I tossed the phone down on the desk and began putting away the project I no longer cared about. I stood up and stretched my legs as I waited for Selene’s reply, which was very prompt:
Counteroffer: I have a really fun game for you to play. It’s called “Oh No, My Balls Fell off Because I Ogled Another Woman’s Thong…” I’ll be waiting at home for you, love…
And, in spite of the threat, I only grew more aroused because Babygirl turned into a genuine tigress in the sack when she was truly pissed off.
I loved provoking that jealousy, making her abandon all her inhibitions and dragging her with me past all boundaries. She became this dizzying whirlwind of beauty, heart-stopping curves, and flushed cheeks.
A knock at the door roused me from those thoughts. Apparently the building wasn’t as empty as I’d thought.
“Come in,” I groused. I had hoped I could finish up and get home and dedicate myself to my Pearls, but now I’d have to stay and deal with whatever this new dickhead needed.
“Am I disturbing you, Mr. Keller?”
I let my phone fall to the desk, and my eyes locked on her, on that body that I could have picked out of a crowd. Blindfolded. Warmth spread through my chest as I looked at her, and my heart pounded faster, hot blood pumping through my veins.
She was so fucking gorgeous, my Tinkerbell.
It had been six months since she gave birth, and she had only blossomed like a flower, still with all her purity and angelic delicacy.
Her breasts were fuller and showed to their best advantage in the high-necked pink blouse she wore, just as clean and elegant as she was. Her round, perfect hips were encased in a sophisticated pencil skirt, and she showed off her long legs in a pair of high heels that she wore with masterful ease.
She had everything required to be the perfect woman—myperfect woman. She was earnest, intelligent, and beautiful, and she had the biggest heart. I had discovered over the years just how jealous I felt when men undressed her with their eyes. I regularly had to stifle the urge to break some noses.
If I had ever lost Selene, I would have lost myself.
“Ms. Anderson, what are you doing here? I don’t see clients at this hour…” I leaned arrogantly against the desk and clasped my hands to fight back the omnipresent urge to simply jump her.
“Well, I definitely didn’t come here to talk business.” My Tigress locked the door behind her with an impish look, and I stared deep into her eyes to show her just how much I appreciated this surprise of hers and how richly I planned to reward her.
I watched her waver for just a moment on those heels. My devouring stare always had the same effect on her.
I was fucking her before I even touched her.
“And why did you come to see me, Ms. Anderson?” I smirked as I watched her move closer to me, slow and graceful. Never vulgar or overtly sexual, but she had every bit of my attention in that moment.
The electric spark between us hadn’t dimmed in the slightest. In fact, it had grown, as had our knowledge of each other, our understanding, and our physical attraction.
Selene understood that sex was much more than a simple biological need for me.
I still had issues with my mental health, and I knew that I experienced sexuality in my own unique way, but I was no longer ashamed of it.
She had accepted me.
“Did you try to work with your colleague in that condition?” Her ocean eyes dipped to the crotch of my pants bowed obviously outward. Her cheeks instantly flamed up, and a troubled twitch of her jaw told me she was about to start raging at me.
