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He hated me and there was nothing I could do about. Even if I paid him with my body or with my soul, there was no way of compensating for that.

“You don’t mean that… people break-up all the time.” I tried to sound reasonable, however he wasn’t having it.

“You can never break-up with someone you’re destined to be with,” he declared boldly. “Why the fuck do you think I’m here? My mind is disgusted, but my body craves… Every day has been a fight and I’m exhausted,” he finished with a tone that made me look at him differently. Softly.

“What does that mean?”

His handsome face contorted as if he was in pain. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

“What if I want to keep fighting?” Where was this conversation heading? We were bouncing off each other, hating and loathing, and then surrendering and confessing … But, if there was so much hostility and resentment in him, I didn’t see what he was trying to get at.

He shook his head, persistent. “Then I’ll try harder to convince you. You and me—we have to be connected somehow or I won’t leave you alone, Olivia.” Those golden eyes were back, reaching deep within my soul. “I need it. You need it.”

He needed to fuck me while I needed him in order to survive. His concept made sense—if it was what I only wanted from him. “So it boils down to sex.”

“Don’t be absurd!” he lashed out, advancing towards me while I retreated before I felt the bed frame on the backs of my legs. “You know well that fucking each other doesn’t feel like sex. If I wanted ass, I have plenty to tap that from.”

Goodness, he needs to back off a bit, I thought as I watched his chest closing in on me. “I’m on the worst receiving end because of my feelings for you. You’re married—” My words were cut off the moment his hard chest crushed against my breasts.

“If it’s that important to you, then I won’t hold you back from dating others. Enjoy their company, go make out and fall in love if you have to, but your body… it’s only mine. No one gets to fuck your cunt but me.” I was breathing raggedly due to his close proximity and the delicious feeling of his body against mine. However, my heart was also being crushed a hundredfold.

Making out with other men, dating them and falling in love with them… he was willing to go with that? He was fine if I fell for someone else? He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted my body; I was certain it was the only thing he wanted from me. It hurt, but I tried to brave it out, needing to hear the rest of his crazy, concocted plan between us.

“What about you and Edith?”

“This stays strictly between us. Like you, I won’t fuck anyone else except you, but the rest can be shared.”

The rest could be shared… Meaning he could fall in love with whomever. But that won’t be necessary since he was in love already… with his wife.

“Don’t you have a physical relationship with her?” The question didn’t come out the right way. I wanted to ask if he was in love with her, yet my heart couldn’t handle hearing the truth. I’d rather not hear it even if it was true. I’d prefer to stay in the dark and lick my wounds without having him see me hurt and crying in vain.

Something flashed in his eyes, as if I had invaded something I shouldn’t speak about. “I don’t talk about my wife to anyone—that’s a subject I won’t compromise on.”

He was protective of her, great. So how did I deal with my jealousy if I said yes to this madness? Dating other men wouldn’t solve it. Yet, he had a point about the more we fought it, the harder it was to overcome. Maybe if I started hating him the way he felt about me, then we’d be on common ground. That shouldn’t be a hardship, should it?

“Let me think about it.” I finally made a decision that maybe a few days worth of thinking would be better instead of making any hasty choices.

“What’s there to think about, Liv? You know this is the only way we could live our lives without obsessing about it.”

His proposal was for us to have the best of both worlds. How was that even possible, let alone plausible?

“I could live my life in whatever way I want it as long as my sex life is yours?”

“Yeah… until we’re sick of each other.”

CHAPTER60

Grey

“Yeah…until we’re sick of each other,” I heard myself say without believing I would ever get sick and tired of her body.

There was nothing sexier in my eyes than her wearing my shirt to bed while naked underneath it. When I came in her bedroom, the shirt had ridden up all the way to her stomach, giving me a good view of her bare and smooth pussy. I was tempted to touch it, open it up and see if she tasted just as good as I remembered, but she started to shift and made this weird sound of a woman losing her breath, or having a hard time getting some air in her lungs. My hard cock was immediately forgotten as I tended to her, but that raging want that only her sweet, tight pussy could soothe and medicate was back in full force.

“Grey—stop—I can’t think!”

She felt it. She always did. Damn her for always ignoring it. “My hands aren’t touching you. I’m not doing anything to distract you, Olivia.”

“You’re eyes—stop it!” she ground out, sounding frustrated.

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