Page 12 of I see you Beauty

A thousand thoughts race through my mind in a split second until the voice of reason drowns them all out. I put my hand on his chest and am about to push him away from me when his lips delicately touch mine. He pauses and leaves his soft, soft lips motionless on mine.

An electric shockwave hits my body, setting every inch on fire. It’s a bittersweet torture, and a part of me wants to kiss him back. To let him take my breath away because we both know that he could-would. But I can’t. So I put more pressure on his chest and gently pushed him away from me.

We’re both panting, and my clit is throbbing treacherously. My body is protesting and questioning my decision. And yet, I had to make it because it was the right thing to do.

“I’m a married woman,” I whisper devotedly, finding my way back into my role.

“I know,” he replies hoarsely, his thumb gently tracing my lower lip as if trying to commit its shape to memory with each touch.

“And I’m at least ten years older than you,” I try to sound convincing.

Ezra must realize that this has no future. It can’t lead anywhere!

“Mmm. And so incredibly attractive and seductive that the thought of not being allowed to kiss you now drives me wild,” he replies with a deep growl in his voice.

My eyes widen at his words. He can’t say something like that to me. He can’t possibly be serious!

I shake my head gently, unable to say anything in reply. All I know is that I have to get out of here. Now!

Ezra drops his hand from my face and the one resting on the wood as if he could read my mind. But he doesn’t step away and, to my surprise, leans down toward me again. I hold my breath and look at him with widened eyes as he comes closer and closer to me until I feel his soft lips on my cheek.

“Right now, I’m happy with this,” he whispers against my skin before pulling away from me and leaving the garden shed.

Gasping for air, I linger against the wall, attempting to gather my scattered thoughts and make sense of what just happened. But clarity eludes me, and I'm reluctant to explore these thoughts or consider him further, uncertain of where they might lead. One thing is sure: it won’t be to paradise…

Chapter Nine

My thoughts have been revolving around the encounter with Ezra all day. But here and now, I have to bring the carousel of thoughts in my head to a halt because it’s simply wrong to think about him. I’m going to have a lovely evening with my husband tonight. I will allow him to make up for his misstep and let him spoil me. There’s no room for the outrageously handsome and far too young neighbor!

So here I am, sitting in front of my vanity in our bedroom, doing my eyeliner. I examine the result and look at my face. Suddenly, without being able to stop it, Ezra’s words from yesterday flash through my mind again, and my gaze wanders to his bedroom window. But the room is entirely dark.

I haven’t seen him since the incident at the garden center. Admittedly, I’ve also avoided bumping into him because I wouldn’t know what to say to him. There shouldn’t be another intimate moment like that between us. Jesus, he’s a good ten years younger, and I’m happily married.

So I concentrate on my makeup again before I put my hair up because I know Thomas likes it that way.

After stepping into my white high heels, I take another look at myself in the large mirror next to my closet. The heels aren’t too high, but still high enough to emphasize my long legs. I wear a creamy white cocktail dress with thin straps and a decent neckline. It doesn’t show too much but still emphasizes my generous C-cup. I’m wearing a thin, light-colored, lace-trimmed jacket over it to complete the look.

“Cora? Are you ready?” I hear my husband’s impatient voice from the hallway.

So much for I’ll make it up to you, I think smugly. A little startled by my irritation toward my husband, I take a deep breath before he joins me in the bedroom the next moment and subjects me to his critical gaze.

“Yes, I am. We can leave now,” I reply and reach for my purse, which I have already put on the bed.

“Cora,” Thomas murmurs, and I turn to him, not entirely understanding what he might want from me now.

He looks at me with wide-open eyes as if he likes what he sees. I can’t remember the last time my husband looked at me with such an expression. Thomas moves closer and presses his lips gently against my cheek while his hands caress my arms. I do my best to block out the thought of Ezra doing the same thing a few hours earlier.

“I think we’ll skip dinner, and I’ll undress you right now,” he murmurs against my cheek, continuing to kiss his way down my neck.

I chuckle because I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s not usually like this; I always try to look my best. I gently push him back and shake my head.

“Let’s go have dinner,” I say with a grin, kissing him and pulling away to finally leave. After all, we had other plans, and I’m looking forward to this dinner.

Thomas and I haven’t been on a date in far too long. When you fall into a routine, it’s easy to forget how meaningful closeness and intimacy can be—I'm not referring to sex, at least not initially.

But I don’t get very far because Thomas grabs my wrist and pulls me back toward him, only to kiss me ferociously. Somewhat taken by surprise and because I’m looking forward to our date, I push him back again.

“Thomas, don’t do that. We wanted to have a nice evening, remember? Besides, June is downstairs with a friend watching a movie.” He typically doesn’t need reminders about what is inappropriate, and this situation is clearly acceptable right now.

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