Page 106 of Falling for the Wife

Callum

“Let’s make this as an arrangement.”I nipped around her nipple, readying for round two.

Okay, I wasn’t planning on this kind of proposal, however the words left my lips anyway, and now that I thought about it, since we were both enjoying each other a lot, why not make the most of it? As long as we kept it plain and simple—and strictly about physical satisfaction—then I didn’t see a problem with it.

“An arrangement?” Her brow furrowed.

The one I always had, the very same one. “I can only do six weeks when I date women, Stella. If I go over that time frame, women tend to fall in love with me and I simply can’t have that.”

No. Love definitely was not part of any deal. Zara had taken all the love away from me. She wrecked me. Gutted my heart, stomped on it and made it bleed until it was all dried out. I was never going to get over her… nor was I ever going to get past what she’d done to me.

In some twisted way, I was still hers because I wasn’t able to move on away from her memory. Each time I wanted to try and get past it, her betrayal would resurface.

Stella’s soft hand brushed against my cheek, bringing me to the present. “That must be difficult,” she observed, not responding to my imperative question.

Six weeks with Stella… she definitely would come out experienced because I could teach and show her a lot of things, if she’d let me. “Yes…but what do you think?” I pressed on, growing hard inside her again as I slowly rolled my hips in and out of her.

My dick was insatiable when it came to her. She milked me too well. A man was bound to be addicted to the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever had, right? She was all I could think about. Her with me buried ten inches inside her.

My excitement turned into worry when I saw hesitation in her eyes.

“Cal—should I feel flattered that you even want me for six weeks?” She’d given me a grin, an uneasy one. “Let’s stick to the plan, okay? We leave everything here and we’ll go back to how we were before this happened.”

I knew the plan well, I truly did, yet this was something to be explored… well, for me anyway. I suppose she didn’t feel the same. Maybe she was ready to explore her sexuality with someone else. Well, whatever it was, I wasn’t pleased at all. In fact, I was bothered.

“Is there a man?I noticed Derek’s been calling you quite a lot.” I wasn’t jealous or anything because that was just not me… but I was getting royally irritated for some reason.

She looked to the side, avoiding my gaze. “Derek wants me back.”

Of course he did, I knew the jerk was going to. Men tended to go ballistic when they couldn’t get something they wanted so badly. He had probably manipulated the entire breakup to make Stella realize that she’d have to give it up to keep him happy. If that were the case, he was a soddy bastard. The big question was, what was Stella going to do about Derek?

“And?” I frowned, wanting for her to elaborate. “Are you going to?”

“Derek… well, I’m not so sure. I liked him a lot.”

Ahhh, there it was,she still liked the man. Still. After what had happened between us… shestillliked Derek. “That’s understandable.” I tried to sound convincing; however I wasn’t even fooling myself.

Grey eyes sought mine. “This has been amazing, Cal. I can’t thank you enough, but I might see Derek again…”

Derek. AGAIN. The sound of her saying another man’s name pushed me to go in deeper, harder, as though I needed to make a point about who was in charge of the situation. However, what troubled me was that I didn’t like the feelings her statement had evoked in me. It truly was disconcerting. So I reacted like any other man would, insecure and a tad irrational.

I had to make her scream my name as my dick fucked her to the deep end. Her pussy was the greatest I’d ever graced. As disappointed as I was to leave it, I knew I had to respect Stella’s decision.

One offer. That was all.

I never gave out a second invitation, even though Stella was the first woman to decline it without thought. Her immediate rejection was new to me, true, but I wasn’t going to risk being declined twice.

My ego couldn’t take it; not from her.

It stung. It shouldn’t have, though for fuck’s sake, it fucking did.

Sleep completely left me because my mind was bombarded with questions.

Tomorrow was a new day, one where I had to put this past week aside; leave it where I couldn’t remember it often or, better yet, forget it completely.

Yeah, I had to forget about her come tomorrow.

When dawn broke in, I was wide-awake and contemplating if I should enjoy a last taste of the woman who was lying right next to me, naked. We were leaving right after breakfast and I there wasn’t much time to consider it.