Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She had stopped crying, but it was him that got her to laugh. It was him that got her to look forward to her work, and she slowly stopped having a death wish.
The very thought of him being with another woman sent anger chasing up her spine. She didn’t want to even think about him with anyone else, so her decision was made. Before she could stop herself, she was outside of the door to his office, which was wide open.
He sat at the desk, a low light on over his work. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbow, showing off the abundance of ink he had. Several buttons on the front of his shirt were open as well, giving a tempting view of his chest. She licked her lips, and then stepped into the room. The moment she stepped over the threshold, he lifted his head. She saw him tense and reach out for what she assumed was a gun.
“Scared?” she asked.
“Prepared—there’s a difference.”
She walked up to his desk, around it, and she felt her heart beating rapidly. She had to wonder if he could hear it as well. Maybe he could.
She watched him, unable to look away. Seconds passed.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.
She took a deep breath.
He’d moved away from the desk, giving a very small space for her to move into. Without waiting for a response from him, she closed the file on his desk, then slid it across, allowing it to land on the floor.
“Chloe?”
She climbed onto the desk. The strap of her negligee fell from her shoulder. She didn’t know if she looked a mess because of trying to sleep, or seductive, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was fuck. There was nothing wrong with taking pleasure from her husband.
Roman rolled the chair forward and she reached out, cupping his face. She kissed him, not caring who he was, or the lies he’d told her. In that moment, all she cared about was feeling. Roman was the same man, just slightly different, and she could handle that.
He put his hands on her thighs and she broke the kiss, releasing a moan.
“What exactly do you want, Chloe?” he asked.
She looked into his eyes. “You know what I want.”
“Then tell me. You’re here, interrupting my work, tell me what you want.”
“I want to fuck,” she said, taking herself by surprise as well as him. “But, if I’m interrupting your work, then I guess I better leave.”
She went to climb off the desk, but with Roman in the way, it was impossible. He stopped her by grabbing her hips, holding her down onto the desk.
“So, my wife is feeling a little horny?” he asked.
His hands once again touched her thighs, and she refused to back down. Her pussy was so slick and her nipples so hard, he knew exactly what she wanted.
“Yes.”
Roman let her go and leaned back. “Show me.”
He was testing her. Seeing how far he could push her.
Chloe didn’t know what came over her, but she wasn’t going to be a coward. She pulled the negligee up and over her head. The panties she wore were loose and he placed her feet on his thighs, giving her the leverage she needed to lift herself up, which she did. With the panties off, she tossed them to the side to join her negligee. She was now completely naked as she sat on his desk.
Roman didn’t avert his gaze once. He watched her, and she loved it.
Now, he wanted to see just how horny she was, how desperate she wanted to fuck.
Placing a hand on her chest, she slowly slid down, delving between her spread legs. She grazed across her swollen clit and went down further, filling her cunt with her fingers, wishing it was his rock-hard cock. In and out, she pumped her fingers inside herself and then drew them up to tease her clit. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, trying to control the noises.
Roman suddenly grabbed her hand. “I told you to show me, not make yourself come in front of me.”
Chloe smiled. Removing her fingers from her pussy, she held them up for him to see. “I’m horny and I want to fuck, Roman.”
She didn’t know where this newfound confidence had come from, but so far, she was liking it. From the glint in Roman’s eyes, she had a feeling he was as well.
They were married. Unless he killed her, they were going to remain married, and she didn’t want to make either of their lives a misery, because the truth was she did love him. She had to wait for that love to ebb away, and once it did, she could then be free of him.
What was wrong with having some fun along the way?