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White-hot pleasure shot through me. Muscles tensing, I came, hard, hot, thick spurts coating my hand, splattering across my lap, and streaking the surface of the desk. Some of it landed on the security pad, dripping down the side.
I continued stroking, unable to stop until every last drop had been wrung from me. Sated, but wanting more, wanting the real thing, I slouched back, still gripping my cock. My ragged breathing blended with her soft exhales as we struggled to catch our breath.
She lay there, spent, her sweet juices coating her fingers, looking beautiful as hell. And I stayed frozen in place, heart pounding, staring at the screen with cum dripping between my legs. My wife stared at the ceiling, her breath slowly returning to normal.
Then she did something unexpected. She brought her finger to her mouth and tasted her juices. Jealousy surged through me as I watched her sexy ass lick her fingers clean. This woman would be the fucking death of me.
Then she hopped off the bed, smiling like she’d just won the fucking lottery and headed into the guest bathroom, closing the door. How had her masturbation left her smiling while mine left me more frustrated than I’d been before I jerked off?
I stared down at the mess I’d made.Cum every damn where!I was sure this wouldn’t be the last time I was forced to jack off to take the edge off.
“Fuck!” I muttered. “How am I supposed to survive living with this woman and not fucking her until she can’t walk?”
The only thing holding me back was her memories because if they returned, she’d hate me. I needed to find a way to make sure her memories stayed lost in the recesses of her mind. That was the only way we could truly be together and be happy.
That was the only way I could win her heart and keep it. It was also the only way I could protect her from her past and the demons that awaited her there.
CHAPTER TEN
AIDEN
WITH CLEAN CLOTHESin hand, I trudged down the hall, the aftermath of what I'd done in my office still slick against my skin, dripping down my thigh, clinging to my pants. I was a fucking mess, physically and mentally.
I should’ve had more control. Should’ve shut the damn screen off the second she moaned my name. I still couldn’t believe she’d moaned my name. She’d been thinking of me while touching herself, wanting me, needing me.
I shook my head. That didn’t matter. I still shouldn’t have watched her. Turning the cameras on had been a mistake. Secretly watching her touch herself while jacking off like a fucking addict? That had been reckless, a lapse in judgment.
It wouldn’t happen again. It couldn’t. That wasn’t what the cameras were for. If she found out I had surveillance in every room of the house...shit. She’d lose it. She’d probably try to kill me.
Inside the bathroom, I peeled off my clothes, the fabric of my pants sticking to my thighs.Fuck!I tossed everything in the hamper, turned on the shower, climbed in, and let the water hit me hard and fast.
I didn’t mind the initial chill as I adjusted the temperature. I needed to cool down. Jerking off might’ve taken the edge off, butit didn’t fix shit. My body still wanted her, craved her. And I still couldn’t have her. Not yet.
I grabbed a small towel, lathered it, and began scrubbing my body like it was a crime scene and I was trying to get rid of the evidence. That was probably the fastest I’d ever showered.
I didn’t want to be away from her too long. Even now, I was anxious, wondering what she was doing. This was a feeling that wouldn’t leave until the doctor determined whether her memory loss was temporary or permanent.
Once I’d toweled dry and got dressed, I grabbed a small cloth from the cabinet, wet it under the faucet, and headed back to my office. I wiped my desk first, dragging the damp towel over the wood, then I cleaned around my keyboard.
I saved the security pad for last. I scrubbed around the buttons, especially the corners where my release had splattered and settled into the edges. I sighed as I cleaned. What grown man nuts all over his desk?
I laughed under my breath, still not believing what the hell I’d just done. With everything cleaned, I returned the towel to the bathroom hamper and washed my hands. While drying them, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the man before me.
He was me. I was him. But I’d changed so much in the last few years. I was only now returning to the man I used to be, and that was thanks to her,Noe. I was a better man when I was with her. I was a better person, period.
The better version of me only existed when she was in my life. Without her? Jaw clenching, I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about what I’d been like without her.
The wild nights. The pain. The liquor. The blood. The death.
I slowly opened my eyes and met my own gaze. I wasn’t that man anymore. I would never return to being that man. As long as I had her, I never had to face that darkness again. And withme by her side, I’d make sure she didn’t have to return to a past best forgotten.
Securing our future wouldn’t be easy. But it would be worth it. As long as I could keep my family away, and as long as her memory didn’t return in full, we should be okay. Another sigh escaped me as I thought of all the things that could go wrong, that could ruin my plan.
I wasn’t a religious man, but I found myself bowing my head anyway, quietly begging the universe for a break. Just this once. Let us have this. Let us be okay. Protect us from motherfuckers who kept trying to fuck up what we could have.
Would a prayer whispered by me be answered? Probably not. I didn’t deserve that kind of grace. But I prayed anyway. After splashing water on my face and drying it, I left the bathroom in search of my wife.
I found her in the garden sitting room, curled up with a book, legs tucked underneath her, soft light drifting into the room, making her look magical. I stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her.
