Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She loops her arm up around my neck, and I feel her nails dig into my skin. All it does is push me further. “He can look all he wants to, Nat. I can’t blame him for it. But he better never touch you because you’re mine. I won’t let you go, and if I have to come here every day to prove to you I have everything you’ll ever need, that’s what I’ll do. You’re mine.”
Her body starts to jerk, but I don’t stop. Her pussy clamps around my hand, but I don’t stop rubbing her until she’s writhing in my arms, grunting my name over and over. The orgasm takes over her body, but I don’t stop until she goes limp in my arms. I move us over to a chair and sit down with her pulled into my lap. She rests her head against my chest, and I try to control my breathing. I’m so fucking hard, and my cock is leaking in my shorts, but none of that matters right now.
I lift the hand that was between her legs and bring it to my mouth. I suck my fingers, moaning around the flavor that hits my tongue. She tastes good, and it only excites me further. I want nothing more than to bend her over her desk and take her now, but I know I can’t. I haven’t earned that right yet, but I plan to.
When her breaths even out, I kiss her forehead. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
I wait for her to argue with me or list all the reasons why it’s a bad idea, but she just shrugs her shoulders. “Tonight is book club.”
I nod, trying not to show my disappointment. Today is only day one of trying to win my wife back, and I’m making some headway. I’m willing to be patient. I help her out of my lap as I try to put her clothes back where they belong. “I’m going to get out of here. I know you need to work.”
She gestures to the bulge between my legs, and I grab her hand before she touches me. The truth is, I’m barely hanging on, and I don’t want to come in my shorts. “I’m fine… or I will be fine.”
She nods, looking out the window and then back at me. “I’m sorry about… him. I don’t want him… I never did.”
I nod and try to keep my cool about it all. “I know that, Nat.” I brush a piece of her blond hair off her face. “And I’m going to make sure I keep it that way. You need anything, no matter what it is, you come to me.”
She nods slowly, and I kiss her lightly on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”
She opens her mouth and closes it again as she nods her head.
I force myself to walk away. I pull her office door closed behind me, and the sound has the man looking at me. I pause to give him a look that tells him I know what he’s up to. It’s crude, but I give him a satisfied smile and adjust my cock in my shorts. He looks away, and my smile gets even bigger as I walk past him toward the door. Nat is mine, and I’m going to do whatever I have to do to keep her.
Chapter 8
Natalie
I’m holding my sides, rocking back and forth. My cheeks are hurting from laughing so hard, but it’s like this any time I get together with my book club. You would think we’d learn our lesson and have our meetings in a private location because we always end up drawing the attention of everyone in the bar or restaurant. Jilly, Abby, Olivia, Chloe, who couldn’t make it tonight, and I get together to talk about the book we’re currently reading, and usually it turns into a discussion about our lives, loves, and orgasms.
Yeah, right now, Olivia is excited about her new idea. She wants us to do a book club field trip and go to a sex club to see what they’re all about. Just imagining it has us all rolling in laughter.
I’m shaking my head as I look around the Whistler. For a weekday night, it’s pretty busy. It’s the only bar in town—well, there are two if you count the biker bar at the edge of town. I lean over and whisper loudly to Olivia, “We’re not going to a sex club. No way.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, you’re getting dick on the regular. Speak for yourself. The rest of us have to work a little harder for it.”
Jilly’s mouth is open, and I know she’s planning to defend me or maybe even tell them about my impending divorce. Normally, I tell these women everything that’s happening in my life, but right now, I don't want to talk about it. I grab a French fry out of the basket and shove it in Jilly’s open mouth to keep her quiet. With a stern look and a shake of my head, she gets the picture.