Page 33 of Lust & Lies
Mine. This woman was all mine.
I did not want to share her with anyone else. I did not want to explain our situation to others. I did not want to defend the decisions I’d made. I did not want to be judged for my actions and the lengths I’d gone to in order to keep her safe and by my side.
If I had to do it all over again, I would. I didn’t regret it. I just hoped it didn’t all come crashing down around me in the future. Pushing that fear aside, I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked up when I walked into the room, eyes raking down my body.
“You changed clothes,” she mused with a smirk.
“I wanted to be in something more comfortable,” I lied.
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “Just admit you jacked off.”
I choked on air, completely unprepared for that response. My reaction made her laugh. I pulled myself together.
“You could’ve let me save face,” I managed once I caught my breath.
“I’m too petty for that. Did it feel good?”
“Did yours?” I threw back, hoping to throw her off guard, too.
She nodded, still grinning. “Yes, it felt good. Tasted good too.”
My smile faded as I remembered her sliding her finger into her mouth, tasting her essence. I swallowed, cock waking up from its nap.
She winked, then asked, “How did yours taste?”
“What? I didn’t taste my own nut, Noe,” I told her.
“Oh. Well, mine tasted a little like honey and cinnamon. Is that what I tasted like to you in the past?”
This motherfucker!
I stood staring at her, mouth open, not knowing what to say.
“I’m going to my office to work on some emails,” I ground out, already turning back the way I’d come.
“Have fun,” she called after me, her laughter trailing behind me, taunting me. “If you jerk off again, be sure to taste it and tell me what it tastes like. I want to know, since you won’t let me taste it for myself.”
I stopped and glared over my shoulder at her. She’d resumed reading her book, lips still curled in a slight smile. Yeah, she knew what she was doing. My wife was indeed petty. Shaking my head, I stormed away from her, her words still echoing in my head.
Back in my office, I dropped into my chair and stared at the far wall. Everything in me was still buzzing from my brief conversation with her. She had no shame. Never had. Memory or no memory, she was still the same woman.
She still had the same attitude and inability to let anything slide. And I was still the same man. So why the hell had I run from her words instead of tossing out some witty retorts of my own?
Now that I was no longer in front of her, my mind was coming up with all types of replies to her comments. However, when I was standing in front of her, watching her say those things, ask those questions, it was like I’d lost my voice.
I could blame it on her sinful smile, her sexy body, or how sultry she’d sounded when she said shetasted good.But the ultimate reason I’d been frozen was because her words had me rock hard again, and I’d been considering bending her over and tasting it for myself to see if she was telling the truth.
Honey and cinnamon.
Mouth watering, I cursed under my breath and leaned forward, elbows on the desk, eyes on the security pad. I shouldn’t open it again. I knew that. There was no need to watch her right now.
I knew where she was. I knew what she was doing. I’d already gone too far once today. There was no need to spy on her again. I gritted my teeth. I had work to catch up on. Phone calls to make. Documents to review.
Fuck it!
I had a problem. I was an addict. I needed to see her crazy ass. I tapped the screen and clicked the garden room icon. There she was, curled up in the armchair near the window, legs folded, book in hand.
Right where she was supposed to be. After saying all those naughty things to me, she had the nerve to look peaceful. But I couldn’t get mad because peace looked good on her. I watched her turn a page.
