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My heart thrums in my chest, but I need to hear her say it. I don’t want that shit with her husband having anything to do with what we have with each other.
“You wouldn’t do that.” She bites her lip looking back at me with a plea for mercy. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
I crash my lips into hers and fuck her cunt with my fingers, relentlessly pressing against her swollen nub. She cries into mymouth as her release hits her hard, her head banging on the table as she tries to pull away from the intensity. I don’t let up, coaxing out every single bit of her orgasm from her.
Her back bows with tremors still rocking through her. This is how I want her, always.
No worries in her soft blue eyes, only a look of pleasure on her face.
A look that I put there.
My dick’s hard as a fucking rock, but this isn’t for me. She looks over her shoulder, still panting with her fingers gripping the cream tablecloth. She’s waiting for me to take from her. To fuck her right here and now. But that picture of her husband is right there.
Part of me wants to do it. To force that beautiful cunt to spasm on my dick in front of him. To show him how a real man would treat her. But I can’t. I need to get the fuck out of here.
I pull her hips back, her ass pressed against my hard cock.
Her lashes flutter and her wide eyes look back at me, waiting for whatever I have to say. “Dinner first, sweetheart.” I kiss her gently then brush her clit through her panties and smile as a tremor runs through her body and forces her head back against my shoulder.
I kiss the dip in her neck and whisper in her ear, “Tonight.”
JULIA
Naive and stupid, this shit has to end.
What did I think? I can’t comprehend.
Mistakes belong where they’re made, in the past.
I knew better, I knew this wouldn’t last.
It left me numb, dead in the ditch.
Love is wrong and my heart’s a bitch.
Istare out the window of Mason’s car as the city lights flicker on, although it’s not even dark yet. Classical music fills the cabin and my body is still humming from the rush of pleasure he gave me moments ago.
But nothing is okay.
I need to end this. What’s the saying? Get over one man by getting under another? I’m not interested for two reasons:
I’m not over what Jace did to me.
I’m not ready for another man to do the same.
That’s what I’ve been telling myself all day ever since I left Mr. Walker’s office. I don’t have time for fooling around and I’m not ready for anything serious. And that’s what this has become; it’s staring me right in the eyes.
This is serious. It’s too serious. I’m suffocating and what’s worse is that the minute I’m with Mason, the very second that he looks at me just right, says all the right things, the moment his lips press against mine and his skin touches mine, I’m done for.
I’m head over heels for Mason. I didn’t even hesitate when he told me to bend over my dining room table for him. I didn’t hesitate in the parking garage either. He’s had me from the very night we met.