Page 67 of Falling for the Wife

My semi-hardened state grew to full-scale arousal.

Ignoring my twitching cock, I steadily joined her in bed. She yawned while her eyes followed me around. Her serene face broke into a satiated smile. Balancing the tray on my thighs, I took a grape before bringing it to her mouth. “Eat something or I won’t let you sleep. Take your pick.”

She obliged, opening her mouth as I fed it to her. Her engrossed observation hadn’t trailed off. “Do you need me to suck you off? I don’t mind…I just realized you didn’t get off.”

Bloody hell. I’d probably die if she bent over and started taking me in her mouth. I could barely handle thinking about it. The visuals would put me in an early grave.

“I’m fine,” I roughly grunted out, leering at her, quite rattled at her question. If she started to take charge, God help me, I wouldn’t last. I’d be at her mercy. Turning the power scales to her favor would not be the greatest of ideas, not when I was about to combust having her so close to me. The battle within—one where my body was slowly overtaking sense, teetering on succumbing to spreading her open and pillaging that sweet wet tunnel without reservations—sounded more appealing as the seconds ticked by.

“There’s no need to hold back. This is what you wanted, right? So, let me.” Her hands slipped below the tray, past the waistband of my pants. Her eager hand began to stroke my length as I muttered a prayer.

“Gisele!”I harshly grunted out as my hand gripped the edges of the tray, my control unfettered.

The woman simply wouldn’t pay heed. Taking charge before it spiraled out of my control, I shoved the tray onto the table next to me, and my hand covered hers, willing her to stop. “Don’t—”

“But you’re hard!” she argued.

Painfully so. “You can touch me all you want tomorrow…but for now, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.”

Her hand gripped my girth as she shifted, directly facing me. “Why can’t I touch you now, Jared?” she suspiciously inquired. Her too keen eyes analyzed me.

Damn it. My throat bobbed, knowing this conversation wouldn’t turn in my favor. But alas, as they said, shit happened. “I hadn’t anticipated this.”

Her breathing halted before a small ‘o’ formed on her luscious puckers, my intentions slowly dawning on her gorgeous face. “You had sex before boarding the plane, didn’t you?”

“More or less.” My answer painted me in an unflattering light, but it was the truth. Besides, either way, she and I had an agreement. Her body was mine, her abhorrence be damned.

There was a deafening pause, yet her grip hadn’t loosened a tad. I had thought this would certainly put her off, but her next question took me off guard.

“How many times?” she asked.

I should’ve seen this coming. Gisele, as much as she despised it, liked to take this familiar but irking route—demanding every inconsequential detail. I loathed when she grilled me for such specifics, most especially when it painted me in a bad light—in her eyes, at least. But alas, the truth couldn’t be denied, as much as I wanted to begrudge her such information.

“About five,” I said, albeit reluctantly.

“Well, I guess my services wouldn’t be needed then since your Rose took care of everything,” she scathingly remarked, her hand retreating out of my pants before she shifted on her side, placing her back to me, shutting me out.

Bloody hell. I supposed I had known this was coming, but still, I despised being in this position. Letting out a heavy sigh, I thought it best to shift the conversation to safer subjects. “You ought to eat something, Gisele.”

“Go choke on it, Jared!”

Glancing towards the infuriated woman, my eyes longed to savor her silky golden skin, but her immediate withdrawal and stiffness assured me my touch would be unwelcome.

She demanded answers. I truthfully responded in kind.Now she hates me?Christ! “You can’t honestly be angry with me.”

The infuriated woman stayed silent.

“Gisele…I don’t want to keep fighting with you!” I grated out, losing patience. Seconds ticked by, and when she remained resolute, I hastily gathered her and pulled her against my chest, willing her to turn her head and meet my gaze. “Look at me, Gisele!”

“No.”

She had left me no choice, so I forcefully shifted her until we were facing each other. Face to face, I noted how her gray depths held contempt, yet they were also laced with sadness. My chest constricted as I tightened my hold on her, drawing her closer to me. Sighing, I kissed her forehead, her nose, leaving one each above her lids, before my right hand cradled the side of her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We’re nothing to each other.”

How wrong could she be? “I care about you a great deal, kitten.”

“Well, I don’t feel the same way,” she petulantly retorted, unyielding.