Page 70 of Falling for the Wife

What the bloody hell was going on in that beautiful head of hers?

Women! I would never dream of daring to decipher the intricate madness of their ever-shifting mood swings.

Feeling beyond damningly rejected, I stood there, furiously glaring at the door, partially tempted to knock it down and drag her to my bed just to prove a bloody point, while the other half argued she rightfully needed a short reprieve from my ravenous appetite and consistent onslaught on her hole. You see, she was a tad swollen. It seemed the more abuse her cunt got, the tighter she became. It was surreal, but I couldn’t get enough of her either way. So maybe her locking the door was a testament that I’d gone overboard.

I was beyond miffed she chose to shut me out. Her defiance merely got me even more determined to win her over.

“Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath as I raked a hand through my hair. After directing another lingering glance at the door, I grudgingly spun on my heels and retreated into the suite which was right across the hallway from hers. Alone.

After showering, I opted to dive into work. We had several hours left until we were to have dinner with our hosts. Gisele should have the respite until it was time for her to play her role.

Several hours later, primed and ready to leave, Gisele was nowhere to be seen. I specifically had ordered two keys for each room, ensuring one had access to the other at all given times for emergency reasons, amongst other obvious motivations.

After promising she’d be in my suite at the time we agreed upon, the woman chose to be late. Or had she fallen asleep? Hell, I hoped not.

“I should’ve dragged her to stay with me,” I grunted under my breath, slamming the glass on the bar before going out the door.

Hastily striding towards the suite across from mine, I rapped at her door, and she merely hollered back she needed five more minutes to finish. So, I went back into my suite and waited while enjoying a glass of brandy, patiently eyeing the time on my wrist.

Her time came and went, and she still wasn’t ready. Damn, what was she doing in there, priming for a beauty pageant? Trotting back out to the hallway, I tried to slide the spare key into her bedroom to no avail. The bloody thing was still barred.

“Five minutes just passed, Gisele!” Irked, I’d resorted to yelling in the damn hallway because she had barred my entry, at a Ritz at that. It didn’t bode well with me.

Goodness me, how arduous was it to don a dress and be done with it?

“Okay, I’m done. Cool it, sheesh!” she griped as she yanked the door open, strutting out dressed in a red embroidered Chinese silk dress with explicit high slits that almost reached her hips. Displaying her long, toned gams and ample curves. Hair in a high chignon outlined her delicate features. Heavy winged eye makeup made her gray eyes mysteriously exotic.

She was the embodiment of demure stretched to its limits.

Noting the look on my face, Gisele began to frown. “I know we’re not in China, but I’ve always liked this dress. It’s not offensive, is it? Asian customs can be quite strict, and I just want to make sure I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes. I don’t want to insult anyone.”

The only thing insulted was my cock.

I pressed my grim lips together, rapacious eyes roving over the delicious stunning creature before me.

“You look exquisite, Gisele.” I doubted any man would be thinking of anything other than their hardening pricks at the sight of her in a tight-hugging dress. She put runway models to shame. Good God, I loathed to ponder the night ahead.

“You sure?” She enticingly bit down on her crimson bottom lip, still unconvinced. “Or should I go change?”

“Ah, no can do! I’m not going to wait another God knows how long for you to change. This deal is quite important. Letting them wait will certainly insult our hosts. Your father used to deal directly with them. Let’s not give them the impression we’re not up to the task of continuing Peter’s good graces.”

As much as my perverted eyes hankered to see her strip naked, jeopardizing this deal was out of the question.

She made a curt nod, erotically sashaying as she closed the gap between us before leaning over to leave a sensuous peck on my lips. “Let’s go,” she whispered mischievously before her wicked hand cupped my manhood, pleasingly purring when she found the hardened state of it. “Good to know you definitely like what you see.”

My upper lip twitched, tempted beyond comprehension to pin this minx against the wall for locking her damn door on me. “Enjoy it while you can. It won’t be long until it punishes you for shutting me out.”

“Ooh, I’m shivering down my spine,” she retorted, pouting mockingly. “If you’re through with your itsy-bitsy penis threats, St. James, can we get a move on now?”

I groaned as my palm heavy-handedly smacked her bottom cheek before squeezing it avariciously. “You’re really getting it tonight.”

“I look forward to it.” She kissed me softly, thoroughly, painstakingly.

It couldn’t be helped. I was unequivocally mesmerized. She was the ultimate tease. “Christ, Gisele. You’ve bewitched me.”

“Good. Now we’re even,” she cheekily stated, earning her another firm smack on the bottom.

Arm secured around mine, we headed downstairs. The chauffeured car was at the curb the moment we stepped foot outside the hotel. We were immediately greeted with the cool air. Placing a firm hand on Gisele’s backside, I led us towards our awaiting ride.