Page 52 of Her Fantasy Husband

Chapter Ten

Shock punched him in the gut. “What?”

“Don’t panic.” Lexi shrugged. “I had to fantasize about someone. And you were my husband, after all. And Josh, you’re pretty hot. You were perfect fantasy material.” She grinned and drained the last of her coffee. “Of course, that was before I got to know you better.” She pushed her empty cup away. “Now, maybe we’d better head home.”

She thought he was hot?

He glanced out the window. The streetlights had come on, edging out the darkness. But he didn’t want to go home. He wanted to hear more about her fantasies. He was pretty sure she’d only said that to take his mind off Evie. And it had worked. What sort of things did she fantasize about?

He sat back, stretching his arms along the back of the bench seat, studying her. Her hair was trying to escape from the messy ponytail; her face was totally free of makeup, her lips pink and full. What were the chances she had ever fantasized about blow jobs? “Tell me one of your fantasies first.”

Her eyes widened, a flush staining her cheeks. “No way.”

“Come on, Lexi, I’ve opened up my heart to you. The least you can do is give me a hint of what we’ve been up to together all these years.”

She opened her mouth, closed it again, sat for a moment. “Honestly, I can’t.”

“Let me help.” He thought how to ease her into this, because he needed to know. “Have we done it in your four-poster bed?”

She gave a quick nod.

“Did I tie you up?”

Her eyes widened. “Of course not.”

“No ‘of course’ about it. That’s what four-posters are for.”

“Anyway. Why should I be the one tied up? Maybe I should tie you instead.”

His head filled with an image of him spread-eagle on the bed, wrists and ankles tied while Lexi had her evil way with him. She’d be torturing him, tormenting, teasing with her hands and her mouth. His cock jerked. He swallowed, cleared his throat. “I can work with that. Where else?”

She colored a little more. “On the beach and in the sea.”

“Sand gets everywhere. Or so I’ve heard.”

“Don’t spoil my fantasies.”

He took a deep breath. They needed to get out of there. He didn’t know where they needed to be, but not here. Desire had been simmering under the surface since he’d first touched her on the stairs earlier. He might tell himself it had been merely for show. But he’d always believed in facing up to the truth.

He was hot and hard for his own wife.

And really, there was nothing to stop them. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t done it before. The annulment was never going to happen. They could have sex and still get a divorce when the six months were over, and by then they’d have this inconvenient attraction behind them.

Over the last two days, he’d started looking at other women, trying to imagine them in sexual situations and totally failing. Sally, his secretary, had asked him what the hell he was staring at, just that afternoon.

He’d been attempting to imagine her on her knees in front of him, and it had done absolutely nothing for his traitorous libido. Maybe too close to home? So he’d taken himself for a walk, picked random females on the street, and tried to imagine going up to them, asking them out for a drink.

And he couldn’t do it. Didn’twantto do it.

Then he’d seen Lexi waiting for him outside her gate, licking her lips and shuffling in those four-inch heels she usually wore. And he’d gone instantly hard. If she’d kept the fantasy thing to herself, he might have managed to ignore it, but she hadn’t. This was down to her. Plus she’d been ogling him when he came out of the shower. She wanted him, maybe almost as much as he wanted her.

So it looked like if he was going to get laid any time soon, it would be with his wife. His dick jerked again, clearly hot to the idea. But maybe they should set some ground rules.

“I think we should do it,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Have sex. Fulfill a few of your fantasies.”

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