Page 39 of Falling for the Wife

Flirting? That was beyond absurd. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

“You like him.”

“I’ve always thought him cute, but now…I haven’t seen him for two years, and he looks great.” Well before Jared came into the picture, Dexter Berg was my crush. Our fathers used to be really close, so we hung out almost every weekend. “Does he meet your approval?”

“No. Not by a long shot.”

“Why not?”

“His father’s David Berg. The man’s been undermining my authority, much more so now that Peter’s gone. Second, Dexter doesn’t deserve you. You’re too good for the likes of him.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion, of course. But if it comes to it, if David does show interest, it won’t stop me from seeing him,” I said. I wasn’t to conform to his beliefs. He wasn’t his father. David had done nothing wrong. And I wasn’t going to ignore him because his father was a spiteful idiot.

“Be careful…That’s all I ask.”

Jared sure took this “you’re my responsibility” to a new level. He was more protective than my father. Imagine that. If he was like this towards me, I couldn’t fathom how he’d be to his wife and children. “You’re going to be a nightmare to whoever marries you someday…with you being a bona fide stalker and all. I’ll make sure to pray for her.”

“Oh, yeah?” He playfully pinched my hip. “Says the woman who married me!" He pompously declared before his teeth sank into my neck.

A sudden burst of wetness seeped out between my thighs, making me whimper with need. “Jared—stop, stop! I don’t want to get aroused. So please stop.”

In a quick haste, the man shifted my body so he was facing me instead of my back. The soft glow of the candle gently bounced across his chiseled features. It made his eyes a hundred times more magnetizing than they had the right to be. He gazed down on me, noting my face so close to his own. “You already are aroused.”

I’ll always want you.

“It’s hard not to be. You’ve been naughty.” I saw no need to lie.

“You are so responsive…” His heated eyes slid lower, admiring the rapid rise of my chest as I heavily panted against his intense scrutiny. My nipples blatantly protruded over the sheer cotton slip. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to taste you…”

“We’ve been there, done that. I don’t want to fight with you.” The last fight we had was a tumultuous one. He abhorred the idea of wanting me; he declared as much. So why was he giving in to his baser instincts?

“Jared…this isn’t—” My voice faltered when he took my thumb, brought it to his lips, and erotically licked the pad before gently sucking on it. FUCK. He sure knew how to put my vagina under his spell. “You are so bad!” I moaned, peering at him like he was my nirvana. He was so sexy it was fucking unbearable.

“You have thatlookon you…”

“What look?”

Cerulean blues held me in their sensual grip. “You’re silently begging me to fuck you.”

“You’re lying.”

He smiled, a smile that entailed how much he adored seeing me in such a heady state. A roguish smile that foretold the thrill it gave him to witness his spell working on me. His eyes slowly devoured me, and in those powerful depths, he conveyed I had no chance of escaping him until he was ready to do so. “Your lips part when your nipples start to harden. You blush before your eyes dilate, and you start gazing at me through those long lashes. And when you can’t handle the heat, you start biting your lip as if you’re holding yourself back.”

Hearing him describe how wanton I was brought all sorts of horror to me. “That’s not funny.” I was pathetic. It was no wonder he preferred Rose.

“It’s true…” His forefinger agonizingly caressed the slopes of my cleavage while his eyes held me captive. “I love seeing how much I affect you. It’s fucking hot.”

Well, good for him, but I was done proving how effective his sexual prowess was. “You. Are. Insane.” I hardened my resolve, knowing this foreplay would go nowhere but towards his already inflated ego. “I’m going to sleep.” When I tried to shift back to my old position, Jared held me in place before he roughly tugged at my nipple through my slip. With the use of his other hand, he slowly slid the strap off my shoulder until one breast was bared to him. “Jesus…Don’t be cruel,” I pleaded before the torturous tugging and teasing began, and I was torn between giving in to him and fighting the carnal passion he lit within me.

“Jared,” I hopelessly moaned his name while my body unconsciously arched towards him, offering more of me.

His lips trailed across my jaw. They left soft kisses in their wake before halting quite close to my ear. His tongue lightly darted out and licked my lobe. “Yes, Gisele?” he seductively asked with a voice promising a dark, licentious night ahead. “Clear your mind. Don’t think…just feel. I hate seeing you sad, so let me ease your pain if only for a short while.”

He wasn’t going to have sex with me. He carefully crafted his words in such a way he hoped I was too aroused to analyze them. But I caught on. He gravely took his responsibility to new heights. His obligation didn’t entail granting me orgasms, too. As much as I wanted him, I simply couldn’t take advantage of him in such a way. I had no desire for his pity. “No, you’ll regret saying this in the morning. It isn’t right. This has to stop.”

“Are you really saying no to me, hm?” His hand brushed my thighs, trailing it upwards before his middle finger found my bare pussy. His digit dipped into my folds, parting them with purpose. “You’re so wet,” he groaned against my ear. His manhood swelled over his boxers before thrusting his massive arousal against my thigh. “I fucking want to taste your cunt. Let me pleasure you…” he begged with urgency. “Let my tongue fuck you, Gisele.”

“I can’t—”