Page 26 of Wedded to a Wayne

Say my name while you rub on that pussy I’ve been dreaming of.

I know now that he feels it too. I’ve known for a while. What just happened between us is a good thing, if we’re going to be spending the next few years together. Or just one, if he takes the escape clause I offered him.

You don’t think he’ll want you for longer than that?

That question seems more important now than it did a few weeks ago.

I reattach the socket and prosthesis and get to my feet before reaching for my robe on the back hook of the door. Slipping it on and wrapping my towel around my damp hair, I take a steadying breath and open the door.

Emerson is pacing at the foot of the bed, but he stops when he sees me. “Are you all right?”

Am I all right?

“What happened in there was.—"

“Too much, too fast, I know. Like last night. Was it the things I said? Did I shock you?”

“I liked everything you said.” It’s tempting to stop there, but I press on. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is me. I know I’m not what you’re used to. I mean, I don’t know how to…I still want to try. I want us to work into it.”

He groans and gets to his feet, adjusting himself. “Work into it?”

“If you still want that.” I’m trying not to sound too hopeful about the prospect, even though I am.

Please say yes.

“Oh, I want it.” Emerson’s hands are under my arms and then I’m off my feet and eye level with him. “I’ll want to touch you. See you. Every part of you, Tanisha.”

I swallow hard. I can do that. “Same.”

He sets me down and presses his lips to my forehead. “I’ll want to kiss you.”

“You kiss me all the time.”

“Every part of you.”

“Oh.” I wave my hand in front of my face at the heat that image induces. “Agreed.”

“Okay. Okay. I have to get the kids.” He scrubs his face with his hands. “I forgot Barry’s eardrops. That’s why I came in. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Surprise.”

He laughs and gives me a sideways look. “I’m bringing pizza home, so don’t make anything.”

“I know already. We’re having game night. Langston asked me to put it on my schedule.”

“He takes game night very seriously.” He bends down again and presses his face in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You smell so good. I’d rather stay and have you for dinner. Let’s agree to lose the game as fast as possible, so I can get you alone.”

And then he’s gone and I collapse on the bed like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

I need to get over my issues, and fast. I’m not sure I can wait too much longer for Dot Dot Dot.

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