Page 27 of Keeping Skylar
“Actually, we decided it’s best to wait a little longer until we’re in a better financial position,” I explain gently to Lucia, glancing at my wife for support. “We want to make sure we’re fully prepared and ready for kids.”
Sky gives Lucia a reassuring nod, which seems to ease her worries just a bit.
Keeping up with all these lies is starting to take a toll on me—I’m mentally and emotionally depleted. If I want to make it through the rest of the evening, it’s probably best to wrap things up, excuse myself, and hope to avoid any more questions for the night.
“Well, ladies, I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day, so I’m going to take a shower and catch up on some emails before I go to bed.” I rise and turn to face my wife. “Thanks for dinner, baby. It was delicious, as always.” She smiles and gives a curt nod, then I turn to my mistress. “Good to see you again, Lucy. Hope to catch up real soon.” I give her a playful wink.
They both stand to hug me and kiss me on the cheek goodnight, and I make a beeline for the bedroom—seeking refuge from all the drama and tension I can stomach for one night.
Twenty minutes later, I emerge from the ensuite feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after my long shower. Thankfully, tonight wasn’t too awkward. Lucia had her moments, but she mostly managed to keep her composure. I know, however, that I’ll need to address things with her soon—before her patience runs out and she comes charging through my front door.
As I step into the bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, I see her—Lucia, perched at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, her gaze glued on me with a fiery intensity. Her eyes flicker with lust and heat as they roam over my barely covered body.
Panic sets in when I notice that she’s locked us in the room. “What are you doing here, Lucia?! Are you out of your fucking mind?” I hiss, my voice coming out as a harsh whisper. “Where’s Sky? You need to leave before she finds you in here.”
Lucy slowly stands from the bed and strides towards me, her gaze sweeping over my bare torso still wet from the shower. She bites her bottom lip when she sees the outline of my semi through the towel, desire and pleasure dancing on her face. “Relax, baby. She’s in the kitchen cleaning up. I told her I needed to use the bathroom. So, we don’t have much time.” She places her hand on my chest and slowly trails it down to my stomach until it reaches the edge of my towel.
I grab her wrist to stop her from going any further, sending her a warning glare.
“Not here, Lucia.” I growl, my heart racing a million miles an hour.
“Why? I know you’ve missed this, Kaden. Don’t you miss my touch, my mouth, my warm pussy riding your thick hard cock,” she teases, her voice low and breathy.
She cups my groin firmly, making my dick twitch in response, her lips curling into a smirk. Yeah, she knows she’s got me wrapped around her finger—both figuratively and literally.
As my body betrays me, I realise there’s no use in fighting the strong magnetic pull she has on me. It’s been three long days since I’ve been with her, and my need for her is becoming too hard to resist.
I grip the back of her neck and slam my lips to hers, my tongue slipping between her lips, and savouring her taste.Damn, I’ve missed this!
Lucia lets out a soft moan, and my cock throbs instantly. She melts into me as my hands explore the contours of her warm, slender body, massaging every luscious curve with my palm andfingers. I squeeze her arse through the fabric of her tight skirt, drawing her closer until there’s no space left between us.
I’m so consumed by my desire for her that I barely register when she peels off my towel, leaving it pooled around my feet. Her small, delicate hand wraps around my thick shaft and begins to stroke me. She knows exactly how to work my cock, driving me wild with every teasing touch and slow, deliberate movement. When a groan escapes my lips, she quickens her pace and applies more pressure, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Before I have time to think, I’m lifting her into my arms and carrying her towards the bed, momentarily forgetting that my wife is just a few feet away ... outside the door.
As we reach the foot of the bed, Lucia wriggles out from my grasp, a mischievous grin dancing across her face. Once her feet hit the ground, she spins around and bends over the edge of the bed, placing both palms flat against the mattress.
My eyes darken, heavy with want as I watch her arse back into my bare erection, slowly grinding and teasing me until I’m seconds away from losing control.
But just before I lift her skirt up, ready to fuck her senseless, she straightens to her full height, and then walks towards the door, leaving me standing in my spot—alone and bewildered.What the fuck?
When her hand grips the doorknob, she glances over her shoulder at me and smiles wickedly. “I’m done with the silent treatment, Kaden,” she spits out. “If you want more of that, then you know where to find me. Ciao, baby.” She winks, and without saying another word, quietly opens the door and walks out of the room, leaving me feeling hard, aching and utterly aroused.
CHAPTER 12
Kaden
I’m a weak man. A lying, selfish, poor excuse of a man. I gave in to temptation and went back to my mistress after I vowed to stay away for a while. But ever since Lucia’s little performance in my bedroom the other night, my control has been slipping and I’ve been craving the chance to see her again. The desire’s been eating away at me, and with Sky likely out for most of the night, I’ll have more than enough time to spend with Lucia and finish what she started—to get properly reacquainted.
When Sky casually mentioned she’d be meeting Kirstin and her sister, Mila, for drinks at Hawkins tonight, I’ll admit—I was a little annoyed at first. But as soon as she said Lucia wouldn’t be joining them this time because she and Kirstin didn’t exactly see eye to eye, I barely heard the rest of the conversation.
My mind was already elsewhere, fixated on the fact that Lucia and I didn’t have any other plans and would likely be alone at home. It was the perfect opportunity to spend time with her—without the risk of getting caught. So, I told Sky to go and have fun. After all, I know how much she values her girl time. Who am I to stand in the way?
Now here I am, at the gym on a Thursday evening, guiding my mistress through the new workout plan I put together for her—for real this time. I figured it would save me the trouble of having to lie to my wife again if she ever decided to bring it up.
I’m standing behind her, watching the way her toned thighs and arse tighten as she lowers herself into a squat position whileholding a kettlebell. Our eyes meet in the full-length mirror, and the air between us grows thick with sensual charge.
I clear my throat and subtly adjust myself, praying no one notices the growing bulge beneath my shorts. “Thanks for not causing a scene at dinner the other night.”
