Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I hold his naked, wet chest, keeping my cheek against it as his hands roam up and down my back. We shower together, washing each other and staying connected in some way throughout the entire sensual process.
He’s just everything to me and I’m not sure if he knows it.
“Nobody believes that you love me, do they?” I say quietly when he sits me on the side of the bed in a fluffy towel while padding to the closet with his own towel around his waist. My heart is a dull murmur in my chest. I have never felt so defeated and stepped on. “She thinks you’re going to get bored of me soon and leave me to go back to Elizabeth.”
He turns back to me and just looks at me for the longest time. “Does it matter what anybody else thinks?”
“Yes, because that’s your mom and if we’re going to get married and have lots of little Italian-looking babies, then I need a good relationship with her. Now I’m never going to have one. Your family will only ever see me as the woman who sabotaged your marriage and Izabella will never trust me again. I lied to her.”
“But you didn’t ruin my marriage and we all make mistakes,” he insists, pulling me up to stand before him. My towel drops to the ground, so he bends, picks it up and kisses my tight stomach on the way up. “I didn’t realize how stale my marriage was until you.”
“Isn’t that what all married couples say when they have an affair?”
“Perhaps there’s a reason for that in some of those cases,” he grumbles, wrapping me in a towel cocoon and holding me to his chest. My hands are trapped between us and the soft material that smells like roses. “Do you want to know the truth?”
“Do I not know it already?”
“No, we haven’t spoken about Elizabeth…”
“Because it’s not my business.”
“But maybe it should be. The other night my wife threatened to kill herself, a ploy to get me close.” I tense at his words, feeling horrified that anybody could be capable of such madness. “She threw herself at me again, like the last time, and I turned her down. It was then that I fully realized something.” He pulls the towel from my head, letting my wet hair fall into a spiral over my shoulder. “My wife didn’t work, didn’t decorate, had no hobby outside of shopping and visiting spas and going for coffee with her friends. She never had time for me and hardly had time for our daughter.”
That makes me sad to know but I already kind of knew it was the case.
“She never just dropped down on her knees and took me in her mouth and she always rejected me when I tried to do the same to her. The only time we had sex anymore was in my office and that’s because she wanted you to hear. I loved her, I still do, I loved her, and I was attracted to her, but our levels of passion were never aligned.”
He squeezes me again, grinding his hardened cock against my groin. I hold back a whimper, wishing we could end this conversation and just fuck. I don’t want to hear about him and his wife.
“I saw that passion in other people who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And I realized that’s how I felt… that’s what I wanted but I just couldn’t coax her into it. I wasn’t unhappy, I accepted it for what it was and moved on.” He smiles sadly and kisses the end of my nose.
“But then I found you. I craved you. I hungered for you. I felt the type of passion and desperation that I’d been looking for.” His eyes darken and his hands grip my rear squeezing it until it almost hurts. “I fucked my wife over my desk and pretended she was you. It’s the only place I could get hard anymore. She started noticing that my interests were drifting, I couldn’t help it, but I couldn’t get hard for her anymore. Except in the office, and even then, it was stale. The sex was just sex. The hardest I’d come in months since seeing you in that red dress in Houston was the moment you walked through the door and caught me fucking my wife.”
My breath catches at his admission and moisture pools between my thighs.
“I saw your eyes, your startled look, your perfect fucking lips parting as though beckoning me to push my cock between them, and I came so hard and so fast. In my wife.”
I close my eyes, remembering that moment. This is making me so hot when it shouldn’t be.
He continues, his voice soft, “Does that make me a terrible person? Fuck yes. But I know that even if you leave me, I will still want you and not my wife. This isn’t right what we have but we have it and everybody will get over it. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose this. I refuse. I love you, tesoro mio.”